tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71485977061483070532024-03-20T18:13:21.864+08:00rakaman memorimelancholic story teller where fictions are mostly real storiesSher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-28069091110017600042020-02-07T11:59:00.001+08:002020-02-07T11:59:10.126+08:00A Will of A Regretful Father <br />
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was an honest man. An honest and kind man. His honesty and kindness was seen,
heard and felt. Its in his face, his voice, his smile, his words, his life, his
attitudes and his businesses. Sometimes its even on his shirt and the way he
dress up to mosque. He will never said a word without setting an example. Never
giving handouts without advices and never extended his hand without confering prayers.
He left a family of six, three spouses of his three <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>his own children, born by his lovely wife, and
singlehandedly raised by him for his wife left them when she delivered her
third baby. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All three of his children love
him sincerely, as sons, they were taught to be tough and love their households,
to cry and still give out a strong punch, to cook appetizing menus as a part of
family gathering activities, and cherish all the love in the world without
fearing of losing it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lawyer open the enveloped of will written by the father a moon ago. He started
with a monotous voice, a voice prepared to read the whole contracts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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children, my dearest ones, I will never be able to rest eternally if I did not
let this be known to the one I have loved most. It happened when I was young,
timid, and lonely in this world. All I have was myself, my courage and a house
your grandfather has left me. Time flies, nervously from the motionless silence
when I was in the house. I have begun to talk to myself, repeating words
without meaning nor rhyme, only to make some sound to accompany me in that
house. My voices sounded so strange that I am starting to afraid that it is
becoming really strange. Is there anything really worse than talking to one’s
self in a big empty house? I talked, but the sounds of my voice travels
aimlessly without any direction to no one, with no ears to listen to it, it
vanished into empty air. They sound no more than an echo, a peculiar echo of
sounds that eeyorish, my sound seems always looking on the dark side of
loneliness. Until one day, I met her. She too, was like me. Longing for
companion. For three years I lived quietly with her, however without any
intention of wiving her. I had my laughters with her, she was as sweet as
odorous white lilies are. She brightens up my day and night, sometimes we
forget about the day and night, we simply, live. Wedding, was a topic I refused
to discuss because I am waiting for another woman, of same stature and social
standard to fit me and my enterprises. Thus why question of marriage was never
raised, we simply, live. One day, she smiled and told me she was with one in
the oven. All four words she conveyed robbed me
my future right in front of my eyes. I was disturbed with the news. A confused
yearning desire, murderous one surged through my mind. If only an accident
happened!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-38840993216868509782019-12-31T02:19:00.000+08:002019-12-31T02:19:32.180+08:00Her2014.<br />
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Years gone by. I thought I have moved on, but tonight I shocked myself when I can still remember your breath on my ears, the exact sound of your laughters, and the way you twirl when you're so excited.<br />
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What we did was not right, and sometimes I want to be wrong. I might be imagining things, what happened might be in my wet dream, but it felt real and raw.<br />
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We were real and raw. But choosing life, although life was once you, I have to walk on a path that is not going to hurt any further. I choose stop.<br />
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Forgive me for choosing me, instead of us. Forgive me for choosing future without thorns and stones. Forgive me for not choosing you.<br />
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Forgive me for choosing stop, although my heart wants you too.<br />
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#shortstoryofabrokenheartedperson<br />
<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-20573323870818500602018-08-14T01:47:00.001+08:002019-12-31T02:10:29.765+08:00Sher Day May DaySubhanallah. What a day today.<br />
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My iPhone finally gave up on me, blacked out all the way. No call in, no call out, no whatsapp, no instagram, nothing. And this happen just when I decided that this is my favourite phone of all. Like, the best and I'm not changing it anytime soon, despite the hurdle we've been through together. It happened when I decided that yes, you are the one for me.<br />
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This, came to me hard.<br />
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4 years down the road with Firdaus, I have been confuse and scare to admit that I am slowly becoming extremely attached and dependent on him. To a point where I just cant normally function without him. These past few days, these feeling is becoming more intense where I look at his face and I felt jolt of happiness and my being is at utmost comfortable. I was just about to enjoy it.<br />
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Until, today. When my phone broke down on me. Astaghfirullah.<br />
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What a reminder from Allah SWT that nobody is ever mine and I should never feel satisfy with worldly creature. Subhanallah. Allah SWT never once leave my being and He is the one who gave me all of these feelings. I should be happy for Him. My utmost comfort should come when my head touch the floor 5 times a day. I feel melancholic now for this and Alhamdullilah for this incident I get to remember Allah. I also get to do some phone detoxifying. Lol<br />
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May Allah save us all, and protect our feelings and being for committing maksiat and zina. Inshaallah.Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-12538883975886372562018-03-14T10:43:00.000+08:002018-03-14T10:43:44.570+08:0090:10In relationship, there 's up and down. Be it relationship with your God, with your family, or you loved ones. Sometimes you'll be lucky enough to have this intense feeling of loving another person/figure that your heart swell with happiness and that my friend, is a 90% condition.<br />
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And then, there are times, where you feel so distracted, lonely, and bored with them. You feel like they're not listening enough, they're not there enough, they're not doing enough. They're just not enough. And then you thought maybe if you're not with them, you'll feel so much better (not with God, just human being). and this is the 10%.<br />
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sometimes we have 90% feeling and effort, sometimes just 10%. But whats important is how far are we willing to go above and beyond to fight for another person, and making the relationship a 100%.....<br />
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-79181480462014206452018-03-06T12:37:00.001+08:002019-12-31T02:32:50.044+08:00StayingIts weird how much fun I had with just staying. Staying, and just that. I remembered I was the one who told my beloved that I hate walking in the mall not having any purpose. I hate walking in the taman, I hate this and I hate this.<br />
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And my beloved complied. My beloved, well he. He complied..<br />
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And now that we're no longer walking, and we're staying! Something that I have always loved and wanted to do.<br />
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But why does it feel like a burden?<br />
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Why do I complaint about staying all the time when that is what I have ever wanted. Not walking, just staying.<br />
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Kenapa rasa panas bila pandang muka dia?<br />
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-57978262497735911132018-03-06T12:29:00.000+08:002019-12-31T02:13:49.966+08:00Sadness and HappinessSher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-72697736130059438702018-02-05T16:57:00.000+08:002018-02-05T16:57:47.176+08:00My Almost. Of memory that haunts,<br />
and of feelings that was hurt,<br />
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The love that was almost realized,<br />
The feeling that was almost vocalized,<br />
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It was all a wish,<br />
That I dearly wish can turn into a something real.<br />
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Few more days until your birthday. I miss you dearly, always and forever will. My almost.Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-2867428172812064552017-10-11T23:46:00.005+08:002017-10-11T23:46:47.366+08:00Growing UpAssalamuaalaikum.<br />
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Harini, kita belajar satu benda penting dalam hidup. Tak semua suka kita, tak semua akan sokong kita sebab tak semua sayang kita macam mana kita sayang dia. Lagi satu kita belajar, kejujuran memang pahit untuk ditelan, lebih sakit untuk dihadam. Kita betul betul rasa kita dah dewasa bila kita kena berdepan dengan hal ni. Tapi kan, alhamdullilah kita belajar..kalau tak mungkin sampai harini kita rasa macam kita ni best je.<br />
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Tadi kita call mama kita. Mama pesan, benda kecik tak payah pikir lah. Pendapat orang berbeza beza. Awak nampak awak macam best, tapi mungkin tidak pada dia. Dia nampak dia yang best. Haha. OK mama. Kita tak tahu la. Mama kita memang kawan baik kita. Lega dengar kata kata dia. Tetiba rindu dia.<br />
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Bosannya jadi orang besar ni kan? Makin lama makin banyak sedih dari suka. Pastu kan, hati kita selalu sedih. Ngarut je. Kita semua nak kita ada.<br />
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Tadi kita gi makan, pastu kita tadi jumpa kucing gemuk jalan tergedek gedek. Kita gelak la cakap eee gemuknya diaaa. Rupanya dia mengandung. Kita fikir, cana la dia nak survive hidup dia tu takda laki, merempat. Muka comel, gebu, tapi sayang. Itu lah kan. Hidup ni tak selalunya indah kan? Kita punya sedih, sampai rasa sakit kat kerongkong kita ni. Kita duk terfikir, macam manalah dia jaga anak dia. Kita belai belai dia, main dengan dia, tapi dia tak berapa larat, mungkin sebab dia sarat sangat tu. Kita bisik kat dia, kita kata tolong kirimkan salam pada orang yang dah takda dengan kita...taktau lah sampai ke tidak. Kita pun tak pernah dengar lagi orang kata kirimkan salam kat orang mati melalui kucing. Kita bantai aje.<br />
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Kita nak minta dengan Allah, tenangkan lah hati kita ni. Rasa macam ada ribut. Taktau la. Ni kita pasang pulak playlist lagu indie sedih, lagilah kita layan.<br />
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Okaylah. Kita ni kalau buang masa memang juara. Kita nak gi buat thesis kita ni. Kalau awak baca nota kita ni, (rasanya memang takda), awak mesti cakap kita macam poyo je kan tulis blog, tapi nanti anak cucu kita boleh baca sambil cakap "eee nenek ni mengarutnya". Hahaha. Eleh, kita tau korang pun nak buat balik blog kan?<br />
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Kita sekarang kuat sangat lupanya. Nak tulis semuanya. Tulis diari karang dimakan zaman kalau tak hilang. Kita tulis sini la. Awak nak judge awak judge la. Nama blog ni pun Judgemental. Sesuai nak judge orang mental cam kita.<br />
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Okay okay. Kita betul betul kena gi buat thesis kita ni. Awak kalau rajin doakanlah untuk kita eh? Kita nak habiskan thesis kita ni, boleh kata sakit tu ibarat terputus lah tendon kita ni. Okay awak, bye bye. Jangan lupa makan.<br />
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p/s : Kita gemuk sekarang 76kg kot. Ramai gila orang tegur. Tadi kita stress kan, kita gi lah lari ( baca : jalan2 dari rumah kita gi MyEG kat belakang rumah kita ni) tetiba perut buncit kita dah takda. Macam flat dah. Esok nak lari lagi lah camni. Semoga kita kurus kering. OK BYE<br />
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-15639063789396739702017-09-29T17:03:00.000+08:002017-09-29T17:03:22.560+08:00Back StabberI love you man, just not like that man.<br />
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I care for you man, just not like that man.<br />
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I miss you man, just not like that man.<br />
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Your laughter is my favourite melody, just not like that man.<br />
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Your sadness is my misery, just not like that man.<br />
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Your woe is my sorrow, just not like that man.<br />
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I want to grow old with you and die with you, I wish its not like that, but it is like that..man..<br />
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Why is my heart getting heavier after every passing day.<br />
<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-66491045943090670532017-09-29T16:05:00.000+08:002019-12-31T02:13:50.356+08:00I wonderAssalamuaalaikum.<br />
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I wonder if I took different highway back then, what would my life be. I would never thought I am even half as strong as I am today. I don't know how I did it. But this tug of war inside my heart is getting.................<br />
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I am losing this game...<br />
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If I no longer exist today, would you miss me?<br />
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-7046005476606904512017-08-07T17:19:00.001+08:002019-12-31T02:13:37.568+08:00Of I love you and I miss youEvery I love you and every I miss you,<br />
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I hope it remains.<br />
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And dear baby, I hope its real.Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-66514839705557068832017-08-07T02:15:00.003+08:002017-08-07T02:15:43.946+08:00ThesisBodo lah. Bila nak start?<br />
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NAK BERENTI BOLEH TAK ARGH. NAK GI CAMBODIA MENGAJAR ENGLISH KAT BUDAK BUDAK SANA JE BOLEH TAK ARGHHHHHHHHHHH.Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-43122995948621359062016-12-03T03:05:00.001+08:002016-12-03T03:05:10.633+08:00SelfishHave you ever feel, like a tug of feeling in your heart? Your throat lumping from sadness and all you wanted to do is to coil yourself into a roll of despair?<br />
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I have and I am at the point of breaking and really giving myself up. I really want to quit my study, stay abroad and become a stage actress or a painter or a kindergarten teacher. I really want to drop everything and start anew. All I ever wanted now is to have a refresh button and refresh everything into a whole new life. New blank page to be written.<br />
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But I have come to a point of realization, how disgusting and fucking selfish can I ever be to leave everything just because I feel the need to start anew? How stupid it would be just drop everything just because I feel something in my life is not right?<br />
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Because Life is not meant to be perfect and right. Life is meant to make wrong decisions, walk on wrong pathways, meeting wrong persons. That what make us all human. Full of weakness and mistakes. It makes us understand this world, and hopefully hereafter even better, though never perfectly.<br />
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So, tak apalah asyik terjatuh pun. Allah bagi can kita rasa sakit sebab bodoh dulu kan. Sekali sekala. Nanti Allah bagi lah tu can berjalan bahagia. Inshaallah kalau bukan sekarang, harapnya nanti.<br />
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-20429986032498914032016-12-01T03:25:00.001+08:002017-10-12T00:06:47.491+08:00Amaya and Amanda // Ali and AdiAmaya/Amanda/Ali/Adi.<br />
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Mungkin Nadin atau NadineSher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-56236236914544477332015-03-13T04:58:00.001+08:002015-03-13T04:58:21.518+08:00Simplistic Trance Like Getaway<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNlmeQVCT_w">Lagu yang aku dengar masa bebel ni. Deep doh deep</a><br />
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Weh betul weh. Love does hurt. To Him, to your family, to your friends. Love hurts.<br />
if your love doesn't hurt you, its either because you're already numb to the pain, or the one you felt is isn't love enough.<br />
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Gituh statement aku. Mampu?Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-16049885133156761952015-03-13T04:15:00.003+08:002015-03-13T04:26:36.313+08:00Blabbing. Everybody, everyone made mistakes.<br />
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Mistake they're ashamed of. Mistake they'd wish they never done. A wrong path taken, wrong answers given on exam paper, wrong pills popped, wrong words said, wrong people they met. You know, all sorts of mistake. </div>
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I made mine.</div>
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And I am very grateful that nobody ever read blogs anymore. But the need to let this out publicly is going insane. Ala everybody is a little girl crying for attention come on la give me a break (<i>tiber kan nak defend diri sendiri</i>). So, here it goes :</div>
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How do I start. Well, life was normal. Life was far from perfect, but I had enough of every thing. It was a good life. I was at ease. I was at my best condition. And I wished it to stay as it is forever(illogical and unreasonable, i know. but in my defense, my life was very safe and sound at that time)</div>
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Until one day, someone came in my life and changed everything. It was so weird how much a person can affect your life in a very short notice. Have you ever experienced that? Do you know how weird it felt?Somebody came in your life and BOOM! there goes your comfort. there goes your serenity. there goes your calmness. there goes your coolness. there goes your feminismistic(wtf?). I personally think that it was very rude. Very rude. I was not ready, by any means. </div>
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I am not ready for this. I am not ready for all this gush and rush. I am not ready to feel so protective over a person. I am not ready to get my mind think of the same person over and over on a day. I am not ready to worry about someone that isn't a family or close friends. I am not ready to open up to someone else aside myself. I am not ready to feel so comfortable in my own skin in front of another person without being judgemental to myself. I am not ready for all of the above. I am definitely not ready to feel jealous over a conversation or two. I am not. and the thing I hate the most is I am not ready to feel so gullible and fragile I am now. </div>
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Really. Can you go through this with me and help me understand? How is it possible, a person came in your life change your way of living your life? Really, how? And come to think of it, while I am at it, let's think about it. Do you know that you have that ability? Ability to change someone else's life. To truly affect their life. Change their way of living. Terrorizing their comfort. Disturbing their calmness. Like a single decision your made in your life will significantly affect their's. Crazy isn't it? </div>
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And speaking of mistakes just now. These are the mistakes that I have decided to commit to. Mistakes of letting someone else taking over my life. I need to step up and be in control of my life again I know that, but, waking up to a good morning texts and going to bed with good night texts feels very good to my soul. Not to mention having someone available for my ranting and complains are undeniably gratifying (this is so important).</div>
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So I guess I am just going to succumb to this decision of mistake for now. And enjoying this mistake as well as the other mistakes we both commits now and in the future. And see how far this mistake will lead me. Wish me luck. </div>
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p/s: Please, lend me your du'a and pray that I'll keep my path away from anything that is a barrier between me and Allah ye. </div>
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Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-11292958868925331592014-10-09T17:32:00.001+08:002014-10-09T17:32:34.624+08:00I know you still read my blog.God damn it, this is so unfair.<div>
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So unfair.</div>
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How could you still affect me this much, after all of these years? </div>
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I'm happy. Illegitimately happy. </div>
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Stay away, and stop breaking my heart with your "Hello."</div>
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Our story was a normal, standardized story. I just don't think I still get the ending part. </div>
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<br />I'm writing new story, with new happy fun people that I genuinely like and love. Stop entering my story, write your own. Be your own main character. </div>
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Life is never easy. Never is, never will. </div>
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But I'm happy. I know this isn't exactly the ideal happiness, but I'm happy now. I really am. Please stop.</div>
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Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-51950798690704894932014-06-28T03:32:00.000+08:002019-12-31T02:13:49.120+08:00Ada ke orang baca?right or left?<div>
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ke nak pilih road less travel?</div>
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Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-53674664707523061282014-05-12T22:06:00.002+08:002019-12-31T02:13:49.707+08:00not really but"you dont talk a lot do you?"<br />
"mm. i think i talk fine, thank you."<br />
"you dont. you respond, yes, but not conversing. you know."<br />
"really? hm."<br />
"see? you're a secretive person sangat ni."<br />
"am not..............i like privacy je kot."<br />
"uuuu k."<br />
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"hey."<br />
"hey."<br />
"so when?"<br />
"when what?"<br />
"when can i be in your private life? like friend circle, bukan boyfriend girlfriend ke apa pun, kawan je."<br />
"dah tu. kita sekarang ni menda? stranger baru kenal tepi jalan tadi ke apa?"<br />
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"pergi mam....?"<br />
"hahah pus. k."<br />
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-71773902170423628682014-05-10T02:47:00.003+08:002019-12-31T02:13:50.743+08:00i know you read this, stop pretending like you dont. Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-88738133396442278642014-05-10T02:35:00.001+08:002019-12-31T02:13:51.131+08:00Wrong throw. Contoh lah, tengah main dart kan.<br />
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Aim nak kena kat tengah kan.<br />
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<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-57805144320665764892014-04-20T03:22:00.000+08:002019-12-31T02:13:49.836+08:00Buttons out. Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-31064749662838436272014-04-15T19:11:00.000+08:002019-12-31T02:13:48.408+08:00sillageyours are the most exquisite and addictive to me.Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-40369626722345436442014-03-24T00:59:00.003+08:002019-12-31T02:13:48.991+08:0021-19kau tak rindu aku ke?<br />
<br />
asal.<br />
asal.<br />
asal.<br />
asal.<br />
asal.<br />
<br />
bodoh betul. dah sampai bila asyik aku je.<br />
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tiap2 malam doa.<br />
takpe, kalau takda, kalau ko tak baca, Allah ada.<br />
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Allah. jangan tinggal aku.<br />
Allah. tolong aku.Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148597706148307053.post-89821566932835697562014-03-23T22:55:00.001+08:002014-03-24T00:52:52.923+08:00home.have you ever been in a place, a very crowded and noisy place, yet you feel so lonely that the loneliness is very deadly and slowly eating your soul like a Dementor, sucking your happy memories, leaving you feeling madly alone, and you start to have lump inside your chest and throat, and this lump, its giving you a mild pain on your chest up as if there's something crawling out from your throat?<br />
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its crazy.<br />
<br />
and then, in that loneliness, suddenly your phone rings.<br />
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ring.once.<br />
ring.twice.<br />
ring.thrice.<br />
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you take your phone out of your pocket, and you see 'The Name' on that screen, and you cant help but feel better, so much better, that suddenly, in that crowded, noisy place, you start to feel like at ease.<br />
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you pick up that phone. and there's The Name's voice. and there. right there, amazingly, you feel like you belong somewhere. that crowd is your family, that noise is your lullaby.<br />
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and ever so slowly, happiness creeps on you. from your toes, warming you tummy and boasting your chest, to your stupid face, causing you to react and act stupid. smiling, and kicking stones, maybe even twirling a little bit like how they did in movies.<br />
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and that's when you know, you have found your home.<br />
<br />Sher Suhaimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841042788785551232noreply@blogger.com