In the name of Allah,
Most Gracious, Most Merciful,
Praise be to Allah,
the Cherisher and Sustainer of the Worlds,
and Peace and Prayer be upon the Final Prophet and Messenger. Abdullah Yusuf Ali, The Holy Quran
Perhaps you have noticed by now : I easily get bored with something.
Been meaning to get someone, preferably someone who would tolerate with my quirks and demands, to create a custom blog layout for me so that I won't change my blog layout over and over again. Because, neanderthally speaking,
- I iz not very great with codes. Codes gives me headache.
- Me have no time. No time.
Should anyone be interested to help me with that, then I gracefully accept. Itadakimasu!
But, kalau takde pun takpe.....(*sound effect sedih*)
Anyway, putting that aside, I'm just not great with constancy. Like the river; I just have to keep on moving. If I were to stay on the same spot for more than 5 minutes, I will start to fidget, playing with anything within reach. Hyper? Maybe, I don't know.
Constancy makes me restless, which is kind of a problem with me because that means I can become a million person in a short period of time. My mind never stopped thinking and I tend to question things, which is probably a good thing after all since that is the trigger to my embracing Islam.
Anywho, this made me feel somewhat intimidated to write on my own blog because I no longer think of this blog as my personal space. So to express myself more freely, I have another blog(but it's private) and a tumblog, for me to express myself when I can find no words to describe the feeling that I felt.
Which means, what I'm writing here doesn't even amount to half the details of my day to day life.
On this blog, it seems that I could only write about certain things because I take a lot of things into considerations. Like, for example, if I were to write about how great Islam is, some people would start commenting nasty thangs. Which is why I moderate comments so that none of you would know who wrote what and what(the nasty thangs that is).
*note: Dear spellcheck Nazis, I purposely spelled 'things' as 'thangs' because I write based on how I am speaking in my mind and right now I feel like speaking gangsta so wazzup homie?
And if I write about the hardships and whatsoeva, some pakcik(oh you know who you are) is gonna tell me that I shouldn't write stuffs like that as it shows how I am soooo ungrateful(note sarcasm here) because I keep on complaining. Should I repost that Sharer | Whiner again?
Yea, I know it's just one guy but anyway, there's bound to be others who think like him so yeah, jussayin'.
And oh, I know this post sounds as if an angry hormonal teenager hacking my blog, but no, I'm not angry at all. To tell you the truth, all the while I was writing my facial expression remains...well, expressionless.
Anyway, to make it short, writing on this blog more and more feels like walking in a path full of lizards.(because I am phobic to lizards that's why)
Simply said, I feel that I can't be myself.
I even watch the words I use, afraid that I might be commented on how I talk.
Anywho, I'm putting an end to it. I think I should be able to be myself, no matter where I write. And I'm tired of thinking too much on how people judge me. I mean, seriously, can't stop people from thinking can I?
So I think I will try to write more and more, here that is, and try not to care what people think of how I speak.
I'm just gonna deliver my thoughts my own way because that's the point, to be yourself.
Quoting a quote that I like,
"Be yourself. Everyone else is taken."
Of course, being yourself to the extent of not going against His laws that is. I need to hammer this into my thick skull, that there's a reason why everyone is different, and there's a reason why I'm like this. I need to break that stereotype that I put on myself, that every girl who wear large hijab should be gentle, dainty, soft spoken...so yeah, I should stop trying to change myself.
I'm me and whether I like it or not, I'm not gonna be able to be someone else because I've been this way for as long as I can remember.
I have my own gem, and you have yours.
Most Gracious, Most Merciful,
Praise be to Allah,
the Cherisher and Sustainer of the Worlds,
and Peace and Prayer be upon the Final Prophet and Messenger. Abdullah Yusuf Ali, The Holy Quran
Perhaps you have noticed by now : I easily get bored with something.
Been meaning to get someone, preferably someone who would tolerate with my quirks and demands, to create a custom blog layout for me so that I won't change my blog layout over and over again. Because, neanderthally speaking,
- I iz not very great with codes. Codes gives me headache.
- Me have no time. No time.
Should anyone be interested to help me with that, then I gracefully accept. Itadakimasu!
But, kalau takde pun takpe.....(*sound effect sedih*)
Anyway, putting that aside, I'm just not great with constancy. Like the river; I just have to keep on moving. If I were to stay on the same spot for more than 5 minutes, I will start to fidget, playing with anything within reach. Hyper? Maybe, I don't know.
Constancy makes me restless, which is kind of a problem with me because that means I can become a million person in a short period of time. My mind never stopped thinking and I tend to question things, which is probably a good thing after all since that is the trigger to my embracing Islam.
Anywho, this made me feel somewhat intimidated to write on my own blog because I no longer think of this blog as my personal space. So to express myself more freely, I have another blog(but it's private) and a tumblog, for me to express myself when I can find no words to describe the feeling that I felt.
Which means, what I'm writing here doesn't even amount to half the details of my day to day life.
On this blog, it seems that I could only write about certain things because I take a lot of things into considerations. Like, for example, if I were to write about how great Islam is, some people would start commenting nasty thangs. Which is why I moderate comments so that none of you would know who wrote what and what(the nasty thangs that is).
*note: Dear spellcheck Nazis, I purposely spelled 'things' as 'thangs' because I write based on how I am speaking in my mind and right now I feel like speaking gangsta so wazzup homie?
And if I write about the hardships and whatsoeva, some pakcik(oh you know who you are) is gonna tell me that I shouldn't write stuffs like that as it shows how I am soooo ungrateful(note sarcasm here) because I keep on complaining. Should I repost that Sharer | Whiner again?
Yea, I know it's just one guy but anyway, there's bound to be others who think like him so yeah, jussayin'.
And oh, I know this post sounds as if an angry hormonal teenager hacking my blog, but no, I'm not angry at all. To tell you the truth, all the while I was writing my facial expression remains...well, expressionless.
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Anyway, to make it short, writing on this blog more and more feels like walking in a path full of lizards.(because I am phobic to lizards that's why)
Simply said, I feel that I can't be myself.
I even watch the words I use, afraid that I might be commented on how I talk.
Anywho, I'm putting an end to it. I think I should be able to be myself, no matter where I write. And I'm tired of thinking too much on how people judge me. I mean, seriously, can't stop people from thinking can I?
So I think I will try to write more and more, here that is, and try not to care what people think of how I speak.
I'm just gonna deliver my thoughts my own way because that's the point, to be yourself.
Quoting a quote that I like,
"Be yourself. Everyone else is taken."
Of course, being yourself to the extent of not going against His laws that is. I need to hammer this into my thick skull, that there's a reason why everyone is different, and there's a reason why I'm like this. I need to break that stereotype that I put on myself, that every girl who wear large hijab should be gentle, dainty, soft spoken...so yeah, I should stop trying to change myself.
I'm me and whether I like it or not, I'm not gonna be able to be someone else because I've been this way for as long as I can remember.
I have my own gem, and you have yours.
"Sometimes we can't just say "Allah has a better plan for us."
We have to believe He does."
haha...pernah baca x kisah lukman hakim bersama anaknya ? kisah mereka dan kalo x silap seekor keldai rasanya.....
ReplyDeletehehe kalo x prnh dgr , ce try baca kisah ini dulu .
dan apa yg menariknya quote beliau ialah.....
"Sesungguhnya tiada terlepas seseorang itu dari percakapan manusia. Maka orang yang berakal tiadalah dia mengambil pertimbangan melainkan kepada Allah S.W.T saja. Barang siapa mengenal kebenaran, itulah yang menjadi pertimbangannya dalam tiap-tiap satu."
p/s : pesan-pesan utk diri sendiri yg selalu lupa
@L.I:
ReplyDeleteAdushh~ Rasa mcm kena tikam dgn pedang. Aha. Nways, how can I not know about that story? Cerita tu faymes kot.
Terima kasih atas peringatan. InshaAllah akan terai utk abaikan cakap2 orang and hanya menulis ikhlas kerana Allah. :)