01 November 2009
31 October 2009
Coming Soon from I+P & Obskura :)
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Hello people.
Syed and I have been hanging out a lot. See, we're both working now. With work, comes money. With money comes some.. well, benefits I guess.
Both of us love food. We love looking for good places to eat, tak kisah if they're expensive or cheap, classy or gerai-gerai. Ever since we started earning our own money, we've realized that a lot of the places we usually avoided when we were studying are now fair-game.
It's nice to earn money, right? :D
An idea struck us. Yea, if might not be a pioneering one, but it was something for us to do. Both of us have different talents. He's a pretty good photographer; I'm a pretty good writer (MWAHAHA BERLAGAK MACAM SIAL). We both love food.
So we put those traits together, and ta daa, we're coming up with a foodie blog :D
On the blog we're gonna review places to eat (again, not original, but hopefully our review style will be cool) all sorts of cuisine within all sorts of price ranges. It'll be set up soon, with a guideline first before our first review.
So keep a lookout for our foodblog. Hope you're gonna like it when it's there..
:)
Hello people.
Syed and I have been hanging out a lot. See, we're both working now. With work, comes money. With money comes some.. well, benefits I guess.
Both of us love food. We love looking for good places to eat, tak kisah if they're expensive or cheap, classy or gerai-gerai. Ever since we started earning our own money, we've realized that a lot of the places we usually avoided when we were studying are now fair-game.
It's nice to earn money, right? :D
An idea struck us. Yea, if might not be a pioneering one, but it was something for us to do. Both of us have different talents. He's a pretty good photographer; I'm a pretty good writer (MWAHAHA BERLAGAK MACAM SIAL). We both love food.
So we put those traits together, and ta daa, we're coming up with a foodie blog :D
On the blog we're gonna review places to eat (again, not original, but hopefully our review style will be cool) all sorts of cuisine within all sorts of price ranges. It'll be set up soon, with a guideline first before our first review.
So keep a lookout for our foodblog. Hope you're gonna like it when it's there..
:)
25 October 2009
One Year
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It's January 2010. I am sitting at my apartment balcony, drinking a mug of hot Milo, and content with the way things are. I am happy now. And now is where I want to be. Funny how I thought I would never be okay after us.
Twelve months ago you said you wanted to break up with me. "Lily, I no longer want to be with you," is what you said. We argued, long and hard. I felt like the world was crashing down on me. I thought to myself, how would I live without you? We had spent six years together as a couple. Would I cope? I felt like dying. "I will never let you go," I said. I wanted to fight for you. But you were adamant and you had made up your mind.
We broke up. I was left crying.
Eleven months ago I was reeling from the aftermath of our break-up. I cried, constantly, everyday. My work suffered. My health suffered. I tried to call you almost everyday to beg to be let into your life again. I thought I would never be happy again. My life without you was terrible. I missed you at every second. Everything I saw reminded me of you and the times we had.
My friends and family told me to stand up. "Lily, you're young, don't waste your life away crying over the past. Move on. If not, life will leave you behind."
I listen to what they say. But quietly I resent them, slightly. How did they know how I feel?
Ten months ago and I was still miserable. But it wasn't as bad as before. I cried less, maybe because I was running out of tears. But I began to concentrate on work again, and I began to take care of myself again. I still missed you, but now I kept quiet about it. I no longer tried to call you, although whenever I'm alone, I still read the text messages from you that I had saved, or look at our pictures together.
My friends ask me how I am, and I say "I'm okay. Alive." They told me to keep it up. I sighed and nodded.
Nine months ago I was looking into a mirror and decided I was unsatisfied. I was not quite over you yet, but I've been forcing myself to put it all behind. I thought that maybe I should pamper myself a bit. After two months of being miserable, I thought my looks suffered.
"Lily, you don't look as hot anymore," said my best friend to me. "Let's go for a makeover."
So I followed her for a makeover. We got our hair done; our nails. We went to a spa and for a massage. I must admit, at the end of that day, I felt pretty good. When a young guy did a double-take at me one day, I felt pretty damn good.
I still have it, I thought.
Eight months ago I was beginning to smile and laugh again. It's been four months since the break-up. But I was already slowly getting over you. I no longer associated physical objects with you, for a start. When I listened to this love song, I no longer thought "That's our song..". I just listened to it for what it is: a song.
As it was now clear that I was single, I begin getting a lot of attraction from the men in and around my work place. One of them asks me out, which I decline. A client of my company, this 50-plus year old Dato', leaves his business card on my table. Written on the back is 'I like you. Care for a drink?'. I scoff, but I feel flattered with all the attention.
"You're gorgeous and smart, so you shouldn't be surprised," said my best friend. "When do you want to start dating again? At least go out, meet people, have some fun."
"I don't know," I answered, but I asked myself the same question.
Seven months ago, and I have been single for five months. I was getting less moody and more cheerful. I started going out again with my friends, hanging out, meeting people. We frequented the clubs, restaurants and shopping centres in Kuala Lumpur often. My memories of you were now fading, like old photographs. They were still there, though. And sometimes when I saw a couple hand in hand, I thought of how nice it must be to have someone.
Strangely, it didn't make me feel depressed. My friends told me to enjoy being single while I can. They said maybe it was what I needed: time to focus on myself. And I agreed. I pampered myself.
I told myself I deserve to be happy, regardless of the past. I wanted to start dating again.
Six months ago and I was getting better day by day. I dressed more provocatively, and I was getting 5-6 invites for dinner or dates a day. I turned down most of them. The ones I did take, I just did for fun. They were nice men, but I wasn't attracted to them. Sometimes I wonder if I'm afraid of dating.
One of my friends got married. At the wedding, I couldn't help but wonder if I would have gotten married if we had stayed together. I dismissed the thought as I found it depressing.
Still, I began to miss the feeling of being in love with someone who would love you back.
Five months ago and I was at a charity dinner organized by my company. There were lots of other people around too. I was in a strapless, pastel blue evening dress. A charming, scruffy man wearing a black suit smiled at me. I tried to play it cool but couldn't help but smile back at him. Later that night, we talked. His name is Mikael. He is very handsome, despite his messy hair and goatee. We flirted like crazy; a skill I thought I had lost the day you and I broke up. Mikael made me blush countless of times.
At the end of that night, we exchanged phone numbers. When I got home, I received a text message saying: 'It was nice to meet you. Care for a drink sometime? My treat.'
I replied 'That would be lovely.'
Four months ago I was becoming livelier. My work improved, my bosses praised me, and my friends and family all said I looked better. I felt better, that was the thing. It had now been eight months since you and I broke up. Already, it felt like ages ago.
Mikael and I have been seeing each other frequently. He is witty and funny, charming but not nauseatingly so. He is very intelligent, and he speaks eloquently. There is something about him that is so different from you. I was very much attracted to him.
"He's hawt," said my best friend when I showed her a picture of Mikael. I nodded, grinning widely. I was beginning to think that something good was going to happen to me. I hoped.
Three months ago I could feel my heart beginning to truly heal. I was spring cleaning my apartment, and there was a lot of stuff from the days that you and I were together. They no longer tugged at my heartstrings or made me cry like they did eight or nine months ago. I stored them neatly inside a box and kept them in the store-room.
There, they would remain as memories. Good or bad, I wouldn't say. But memories nonetheless, and better than having no past at all. But I told myself that I would only be living for the present now.
Two months ago my family and friends began to ask me about my relationship with Mikael. They all knew I had been dating with him for about five months now. They asked me if there was anything lovey-dovey going on. I thought about this.
Mikael and I talked a lot on the phone. We texted frequently. We went out together almost everyday. I liked him. A lot. And it was pretty obvious he liked me too. He is always nice to me.
Soon I discovered that I missed him when he wasn't around. So I told him I missed him, to see what he would say.
"I miss you too," he said. In the dark chamber that was my heart, a candle was lit.
One month ago Mikael and I went our for a very nice dinner at KLCC. It was a quiet affair, and our talk was peppered by romantic innuendo. We kept giving hints to each other. I had enjoyed the months I had spent with him. We were dating, of course. Neither of us wanted to say anything yet, but both of us knew there was definitely something bigger happening between us.
That night, he held my hand as we strolled along the park. I put my head on his shoulder. It was a beautiful night; clear skies, cool and breezy. A perfectly romantic night. We talked softly with each other. I looked at his profile and sighed.
I was falling in love with him. Eleven months ago you broke up with me. Now I am falling in love with someone new, and it feels just like the first time.
Suddenly Mikael stopped and faced me. He smiled, and I saw that his ears were turning red.
"Lily," he said.
"Yes?"
"I'm in love with you."
I had smiled and started to cry; it was the first time I was crying in months. But these were tears of joy. I was touched. I put my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder.
"I love you too," I said.
Mikael and I are officially a couple now. I am very much in love with him, and he is in love with me. I hope this will last as long as I want it to. I'm not asking for forever, because I can't say what the future holds for me. I no longer want to promise or be promised eternity. I'm just grateful that I have today.
Twelve months ago I thought I would die, and that my world will end because I didn't have you. But look where I am now. It might have taken some time, but I healed. I still think about you and the days we spent together. But I'm not going to let my memories of the past cloud my present or future.
I know now that sometimes things don't go according to what we planned, and we have to accept that. When we broke up, I thought I could never love again. But Mikael showed up in my life and proved me wrong. So it must be true then how they say, 'When God closes one door, He opens another.' But I guess it's up to us to choose if we want to go through that door or not. And I know that life is much too big to hinge on one relationship... and no matter how bad things are, everything will be alright in the end. If it's not alright, then it's not the end.
I don't know where you are or what you're doing, but I guess I hope and pray that you're happy with whomever it is you're with. I don't hate you for ending our relationship, and I don't resent the fact that our love ended when I didn't want it to. I guess, the things that happened all led me to where I am now.
It's January 2010. I am sitting at my apartment balcony, drinking a mug of hot Milo, and content with the way things are. I am happy. And this is where I want to be.
It's January 2010. I am sitting at my apartment balcony, drinking a mug of hot Milo, and content with the way things are. I am happy now. And now is where I want to be. Funny how I thought I would never be okay after us.
Twelve months ago you said you wanted to break up with me. "Lily, I no longer want to be with you," is what you said. We argued, long and hard. I felt like the world was crashing down on me. I thought to myself, how would I live without you? We had spent six years together as a couple. Would I cope? I felt like dying. "I will never let you go," I said. I wanted to fight for you. But you were adamant and you had made up your mind.
We broke up. I was left crying.
Eleven months ago I was reeling from the aftermath of our break-up. I cried, constantly, everyday. My work suffered. My health suffered. I tried to call you almost everyday to beg to be let into your life again. I thought I would never be happy again. My life without you was terrible. I missed you at every second. Everything I saw reminded me of you and the times we had.
My friends and family told me to stand up. "Lily, you're young, don't waste your life away crying over the past. Move on. If not, life will leave you behind."
I listen to what they say. But quietly I resent them, slightly. How did they know how I feel?
Ten months ago and I was still miserable. But it wasn't as bad as before. I cried less, maybe because I was running out of tears. But I began to concentrate on work again, and I began to take care of myself again. I still missed you, but now I kept quiet about it. I no longer tried to call you, although whenever I'm alone, I still read the text messages from you that I had saved, or look at our pictures together.
My friends ask me how I am, and I say "I'm okay. Alive." They told me to keep it up. I sighed and nodded.
Nine months ago I was looking into a mirror and decided I was unsatisfied. I was not quite over you yet, but I've been forcing myself to put it all behind. I thought that maybe I should pamper myself a bit. After two months of being miserable, I thought my looks suffered.
"Lily, you don't look as hot anymore," said my best friend to me. "Let's go for a makeover."
So I followed her for a makeover. We got our hair done; our nails. We went to a spa and for a massage. I must admit, at the end of that day, I felt pretty good. When a young guy did a double-take at me one day, I felt pretty damn good.
I still have it, I thought.
Eight months ago I was beginning to smile and laugh again. It's been four months since the break-up. But I was already slowly getting over you. I no longer associated physical objects with you, for a start. When I listened to this love song, I no longer thought "That's our song..". I just listened to it for what it is: a song.
As it was now clear that I was single, I begin getting a lot of attraction from the men in and around my work place. One of them asks me out, which I decline. A client of my company, this 50-plus year old Dato', leaves his business card on my table. Written on the back is 'I like you. Care for a drink?'. I scoff, but I feel flattered with all the attention.
"You're gorgeous and smart, so you shouldn't be surprised," said my best friend. "When do you want to start dating again? At least go out, meet people, have some fun."
"I don't know," I answered, but I asked myself the same question.
Seven months ago, and I have been single for five months. I was getting less moody and more cheerful. I started going out again with my friends, hanging out, meeting people. We frequented the clubs, restaurants and shopping centres in Kuala Lumpur often. My memories of you were now fading, like old photographs. They were still there, though. And sometimes when I saw a couple hand in hand, I thought of how nice it must be to have someone.
Strangely, it didn't make me feel depressed. My friends told me to enjoy being single while I can. They said maybe it was what I needed: time to focus on myself. And I agreed. I pampered myself.
I told myself I deserve to be happy, regardless of the past. I wanted to start dating again.
Six months ago and I was getting better day by day. I dressed more provocatively, and I was getting 5-6 invites for dinner or dates a day. I turned down most of them. The ones I did take, I just did for fun. They were nice men, but I wasn't attracted to them. Sometimes I wonder if I'm afraid of dating.
One of my friends got married. At the wedding, I couldn't help but wonder if I would have gotten married if we had stayed together. I dismissed the thought as I found it depressing.
Still, I began to miss the feeling of being in love with someone who would love you back.
Five months ago and I was at a charity dinner organized by my company. There were lots of other people around too. I was in a strapless, pastel blue evening dress. A charming, scruffy man wearing a black suit smiled at me. I tried to play it cool but couldn't help but smile back at him. Later that night, we talked. His name is Mikael. He is very handsome, despite his messy hair and goatee. We flirted like crazy; a skill I thought I had lost the day you and I broke up. Mikael made me blush countless of times.
At the end of that night, we exchanged phone numbers. When I got home, I received a text message saying: 'It was nice to meet you. Care for a drink sometime? My treat.'
I replied 'That would be lovely.'
Four months ago I was becoming livelier. My work improved, my bosses praised me, and my friends and family all said I looked better. I felt better, that was the thing. It had now been eight months since you and I broke up. Already, it felt like ages ago.
Mikael and I have been seeing each other frequently. He is witty and funny, charming but not nauseatingly so. He is very intelligent, and he speaks eloquently. There is something about him that is so different from you. I was very much attracted to him.
"He's hawt," said my best friend when I showed her a picture of Mikael. I nodded, grinning widely. I was beginning to think that something good was going to happen to me. I hoped.
Three months ago I could feel my heart beginning to truly heal. I was spring cleaning my apartment, and there was a lot of stuff from the days that you and I were together. They no longer tugged at my heartstrings or made me cry like they did eight or nine months ago. I stored them neatly inside a box and kept them in the store-room.
There, they would remain as memories. Good or bad, I wouldn't say. But memories nonetheless, and better than having no past at all. But I told myself that I would only be living for the present now.
Two months ago my family and friends began to ask me about my relationship with Mikael. They all knew I had been dating with him for about five months now. They asked me if there was anything lovey-dovey going on. I thought about this.
Mikael and I talked a lot on the phone. We texted frequently. We went out together almost everyday. I liked him. A lot. And it was pretty obvious he liked me too. He is always nice to me.
Soon I discovered that I missed him when he wasn't around. So I told him I missed him, to see what he would say.
"I miss you too," he said. In the dark chamber that was my heart, a candle was lit.
One month ago Mikael and I went our for a very nice dinner at KLCC. It was a quiet affair, and our talk was peppered by romantic innuendo. We kept giving hints to each other. I had enjoyed the months I had spent with him. We were dating, of course. Neither of us wanted to say anything yet, but both of us knew there was definitely something bigger happening between us.
That night, he held my hand as we strolled along the park. I put my head on his shoulder. It was a beautiful night; clear skies, cool and breezy. A perfectly romantic night. We talked softly with each other. I looked at his profile and sighed.
I was falling in love with him. Eleven months ago you broke up with me. Now I am falling in love with someone new, and it feels just like the first time.
Suddenly Mikael stopped and faced me. He smiled, and I saw that his ears were turning red.
"Lily," he said.
"Yes?"
"I'm in love with you."
I had smiled and started to cry; it was the first time I was crying in months. But these were tears of joy. I was touched. I put my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder.
"I love you too," I said.
Mikael and I are officially a couple now. I am very much in love with him, and he is in love with me. I hope this will last as long as I want it to. I'm not asking for forever, because I can't say what the future holds for me. I no longer want to promise or be promised eternity. I'm just grateful that I have today.
Twelve months ago I thought I would die, and that my world will end because I didn't have you. But look where I am now. It might have taken some time, but I healed. I still think about you and the days we spent together. But I'm not going to let my memories of the past cloud my present or future.
I know now that sometimes things don't go according to what we planned, and we have to accept that. When we broke up, I thought I could never love again. But Mikael showed up in my life and proved me wrong. So it must be true then how they say, 'When God closes one door, He opens another.' But I guess it's up to us to choose if we want to go through that door or not. And I know that life is much too big to hinge on one relationship... and no matter how bad things are, everything will be alright in the end. If it's not alright, then it's not the end.
I don't know where you are or what you're doing, but I guess I hope and pray that you're happy with whomever it is you're with. I don't hate you for ending our relationship, and I don't resent the fact that our love ended when I didn't want it to. I guess, the things that happened all led me to where I am now.
It's January 2010. I am sitting at my apartment balcony, drinking a mug of hot Milo, and content with the way things are. I am happy. And this is where I want to be.
19 October 2009
This Is How This Love Story Will Begin
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"You said you love me," said the very beautiful girl to the scruffy looking young man sat standing in front of her. They were by a lakeside in Kuala Lumpur. Around them, fitness kakis ran and parents strolled around with their kids in tow.
"I do," said the young man.
"How will I know for sure? Will you always be there for me? I mean, are you always going to be there? Will you promise me the world and everything in it? How am I to know, and trust, that you really truly love me?"
The young man thought for a moment. He folded his arms across his chest and gazed deeply into the eyes of the very beautiful girl. Finally, he opened his arms wide and shook his head.
"No," he said.
The girl blinked, twice. "No?"
"No," the young man said. He sat beside the girl and took her hand in his, cradling it between his palms. The girl looked at him, confused.
"I do love you," the young man said. "But maybe you won't know for sure that I love you if you don't take this chance on me. And maybe, just maybe, even then, you'd only find out in a long time. So no, you probably won't know for sure just how much I really love you. And it's up to you if you want to take what I'm saying at face-value or not, but yes, I do really love you."
The girl blushed, slightly. The young man continued.
"No, I probably won't always be there for you. I'm pretty sure there'll be times when I just can't, either physically, emotionally or mentally be there for you. And if we go on with this, I want you to understand this, because I don't want you to put expectations that I would always be there for you no matter what, because then, if I can't make it or I just can't be there, you'd be upset with me and that'd put a dent in the relationship. So, no, I can't always be there for you, because I think that's just asking too much of someone flawed like me. However, I will say that I will be there for you as much as I can when you need me, and that much is true; with whatever strength I have, I'd try to be there as much as possible, and I would try my best to be there for you when you really really need me."
The young man gently stroked the girls' hand.
"And no," the young man continued. "I can never promise you the world and everything in it. That's asking too much of me when I'm just a guy wanting to give his heart to the girl he's in love with. I can't even promise you tomorrow, much less forever, because it's not up to me."
The girl frowned, her brows furrowing. She looked a trifle disappointed.
"Then," the girl said. "What are you trying to tell me right now if you can't give me all those?"
This time it was the young man who looked genuinely confused. He inched closer to the very beautiful girl.
"Well," he started. He gripped the girls' hands tighter. "Maybe I wasn't making myself clear, I guess."
"What do you mean?" the girl asked. "What are you giving me then?"
The young man looked into her eyes.
"See," he said. "Maybe I can't do, or promise you, a lot of things... but if I wasn't being clear before, let me say it again: I know I'm not perfect, and I might not even be your dream lover.."
The girls' cheeks flushed; her eyes were wide open in disbelief that someone would actually say such things.
"I love you; this love, sincerely, truly, is what I am giving you. I'm giving you myself, my heart, with all its flaws and imperfections. And who knows... maybe somewhere down the line, if we make it, I'll finally be perfect for you."
(to [maybe] be continued)
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"You said you love me," said the very beautiful girl to the scruffy looking young man sat standing in front of her. They were by a lakeside in Kuala Lumpur. Around them, fitness kakis ran and parents strolled around with their kids in tow.
"I do," said the young man.
"How will I know for sure? Will you always be there for me? I mean, are you always going to be there? Will you promise me the world and everything in it? How am I to know, and trust, that you really truly love me?"
The young man thought for a moment. He folded his arms across his chest and gazed deeply into the eyes of the very beautiful girl. Finally, he opened his arms wide and shook his head.
"No," he said.
The girl blinked, twice. "No?"
"No," the young man said. He sat beside the girl and took her hand in his, cradling it between his palms. The girl looked at him, confused.
"I do love you," the young man said. "But maybe you won't know for sure that I love you if you don't take this chance on me. And maybe, just maybe, even then, you'd only find out in a long time. So no, you probably won't know for sure just how much I really love you. And it's up to you if you want to take what I'm saying at face-value or not, but yes, I do really love you."
The girl blushed, slightly. The young man continued.
"No, I probably won't always be there for you. I'm pretty sure there'll be times when I just can't, either physically, emotionally or mentally be there for you. And if we go on with this, I want you to understand this, because I don't want you to put expectations that I would always be there for you no matter what, because then, if I can't make it or I just can't be there, you'd be upset with me and that'd put a dent in the relationship. So, no, I can't always be there for you, because I think that's just asking too much of someone flawed like me. However, I will say that I will be there for you as much as I can when you need me, and that much is true; with whatever strength I have, I'd try to be there as much as possible, and I would try my best to be there for you when you really really need me."
The young man gently stroked the girls' hand.
"And no," the young man continued. "I can never promise you the world and everything in it. That's asking too much of me when I'm just a guy wanting to give his heart to the girl he's in love with. I can't even promise you tomorrow, much less forever, because it's not up to me."
The girl frowned, her brows furrowing. She looked a trifle disappointed.
"Then," the girl said. "What are you trying to tell me right now if you can't give me all those?"
This time it was the young man who looked genuinely confused. He inched closer to the very beautiful girl.
"Well," he started. He gripped the girls' hands tighter. "Maybe I wasn't making myself clear, I guess."
"What do you mean?" the girl asked. "What are you giving me then?"
The young man looked into her eyes.
"See," he said. "Maybe I can't do, or promise you, a lot of things... but if I wasn't being clear before, let me say it again: I know I'm not perfect, and I might not even be your dream lover.."
The girls' cheeks flushed; her eyes were wide open in disbelief that someone would actually say such things.
"I love you; this love, sincerely, truly, is what I am giving you. I'm giving you myself, my heart, with all its flaws and imperfections. And who knows... maybe somewhere down the line, if we make it, I'll finally be perfect for you."
(to [maybe] be continued)
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17 October 2009
NEW AT BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL
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I'm sorry for the lack of updates, and it's probably not the best I've written. But one story is better than none at all right?
Hope you enjoy it, even with all its flaws.
Welcome back to Beyond Good and Evil.
Click the picture. You know the drill.
'Beyond Good and Evil: The Night of The Rat'
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12 October 2009
Revelasi Malam Ini
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Hello.
My name is Muhammad Edwan Shaharir.
I am incredibly cool and hensem.
However, that doesn't mean I'm perfect.
Nobody is.
So, despite my coolness, I think it's only fair to say that I am also flawed, and prone to make mistakes. Sometimes these mistakes might hurt me, or they might hurt other people in the long run. But I digress; what I want to say is that I can't be perfect, and I can't be infallible.
After all, I'm just a human being (despite my coolness)
Often I've felt this pressure to be someone that people expect me to be. Sometimes I wonder if I have this 'image' in people's minds... like, do people think of me in a certain way? And when I think of this, I feel kinda... well, afraid, that I might not be what people think I am.
But I think I have the right to be flawed and not live up to people's expectations of what or who I am.
I think that's just fair, because I don't put expectations on people. It's too much pressure to appeal to somebody else's ideal if it means we can't be ourselves.
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Hello.
My name is Muhammad Edwan Shaharir.
I am incredibly cool and hensem.
However, that doesn't mean I'm perfect.
Nobody is.
So, despite my coolness, I think it's only fair to say that I am also flawed, and prone to make mistakes. Sometimes these mistakes might hurt me, or they might hurt other people in the long run. But I digress; what I want to say is that I can't be perfect, and I can't be infallible.
After all, I'm just a human being (despite my coolness)
Often I've felt this pressure to be someone that people expect me to be. Sometimes I wonder if I have this 'image' in people's minds... like, do people think of me in a certain way? And when I think of this, I feel kinda... well, afraid, that I might not be what people think I am.
But I think I have the right to be flawed and not live up to people's expectations of what or who I am.
I think that's just fair, because I don't put expectations on people. It's too much pressure to appeal to somebody else's ideal if it means we can't be ourselves.
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09 October 2009
How Ironic
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I forgot I wrote this:
Where this is from?
From an episode of 'Talking With An Alternate You'.
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I forgot I wrote this:
"...I cannot tell you what to do.... I cannot tell what is going to happen to you, nor can I tell you to think about how things might have been....What I can tell you, however, is that this is your decision to make.
And whatever it is, you are the one who has to be brave and take the risk. You are the one who must decide what you want in your life, because right now, the power to shape your life is in your hands. And whatever it is, later on, you cannot have any regret.
We live for the future, not yesterday. If yesterday is a mistake, then today or tomorrow is where and when we learn from it. That is why it is not good to think about how you wish things happened differently, because it does not matter, it's in the past, and by doing so you’re saying that you’re upset with the path God laid out for you. What you can do is to follow your heart, take the risk, make your decision, and pray and hope that your tomorrows are going to be alright.
Everything that happened, is happening, or will happen is because of a reason. We might not see what the reason is straight away. But that does not mean we have to fear it. Life is about taking risks. Because we won’t know what’s on the other side if we don’t get there.
Don’t be afraid of what life throws your way. Face it, head on, even when you think you’re powerless. Because the fact is, you’re not. You have strength. You can take all the time you need. Nobody can tell you otherwise. You have the power to decide what you want from life. Because… it is your life."
Where this is from?
From an episode of 'Talking With An Alternate You'.
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