In-law

 ‘bukak pintu bilik’

‘semua orang pandang’

‘tutup pintu’

‘dalam bilik'

'aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgggghhhhh’

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Okay, this is what happens when you have in-law living with you.

You have to cover your aurah in front of them especially your hair.

But, things happen.

And it’s so embarrassing.

Never going to let it happen a second time.

Never.

Dreamer Me

Okay, this is difficult. I'd never thought it'll be this hard. I wonder why I even bother to think about it at the first place. Now, it just give me a headache.

So, it begins when my mom asked me to help her at the kitchen. You know how my mind easily get slip. I was thinking about this and a little bit of that when suddenly it just pop into my mind. At that time, everything seems ridiculously possible. Now, it just seem ridiculous.

Actually, I was thinking to err. . . this is awkward. Okay, I want to make a hockey festival. See, I'm such a dreamer. I want to do this and that but then nothing happen. It always like that all the time. If only I was given such power. But, it's different this time. I can feel it in my veins.

It has been a week since the kitchen's incident happened. The progress? My proposal is two-third done. I had make a few quick survey for the venue. Everything seems to run smoothly except for the fact that I have not yet consult it with Encik Amir, INTEC's sport officer. I'm scare - to death.

What if I don't get the approval? Ahh, mental breakdown. And to make the matter worst, I just found out that there's no hockey club at INTEC. So, who am I representing? Myself. Oh, really convincing.

You know, where there's a will, there's a way.

If I don't get the approval from INTEC administration, I'll just ask my friend to get the approval from her college then. It doesn't matter which college held it, as long as the event can be realize. For me, that's what matter the most.

Please please please be true. You know it's really hard to play hockey this day. Even the turf is so difficult to find. When that day come, and all heart are beating hard . . . . shhh no more poetry.

Eye Sore

After a while, yeah let’s write to our hearts content.

So, there’s this thing I can’t get away with. I don’t know how to stop it, but it surely gives me an eye sore just to look at it. To be frank, aren’t they ashamed? I’m not going to point generally this time instead I’m going to be precise. Not when it involves with matter this serious, at least for me it is.

Ready??

She’s a friend. A fellow kisasian friend. I’m not that close to her, but I know her well enough. Hmm. So, lately I’m not kind of fond of her doing. It’s a good thing to have a crush. I have one. But that doesn’t permit me to cross over the line. Just, know your boundary. You can though, but keep it to yourself. Is it love that you have to show? No, it is not. It’s lust.

I’m sorry it hurts. I know it harsh. But, what do you expect?

Stop posting picture of you both. It’s an eye sore.

Stop commenting those kinds of picture and saying that it’s sweet. It’s an eye sore.

Stop liking it. It’s an eye sore.

Everything about it is an eye sore.

Just stop!

I don’t know why. My heart, it aches so much. Your acts aren’t always affect you alone. Mind people that watching. Preserve their rights. Mind people that listening. They too have their own rights. Then, what rights that you own? Repent, then you’ll have one.

Khaulah Alazwar

Khaulah Alazwar bt Muaz Yaid

3 November 2013

As you set your eyes open,

As you took your very first breath,

Know that you are precious.

You are.

Those cries and whines,

Let it be.

May those cries crack the world,

With the words of an unspoken truth.

Shine the world with your smile,

Glitter it with love,

For it's beautiful - the world is,

Just like how He had beautified you.

When things aren't going your way,

Remember then,

It's actually going through His way,

Do not dishearten,

Surely with difficulty is ease.

Live healthily,

Strong and sturdy.