Wednesday, 21 November 2012
In
The Name of Allah, The Most Gracious and The Most Beneficent
Assalamualaikum,
I’ve
been busy studying and revising for my final year exam. If the question was
made from the teachers in my school , I wouldn’t care getting near-fail result
but since the question was set up by the teachers around SBP and it is the SBP
Standardised Final Year Exam or so called as the diagnostics exam, I need to
get as much A as possible. Just some note, I am fighting against my girlfriend
to get an A for our ‘teras’ subject which are Bahasa Melayu , English 1119 ,
Modern Mathematics, Pendidikan Agama Islam, Sejarah and Additional Mathematics.
So, eventually I have to work my hardest like I never before.
Okay,
there’s an issue I’ve found recently in my ownself. I realized that I hated to
much to those who always talks about their fashion trend and what would they
wear if they go to any events. I honestly don’t care about them talking about
it but what I do care is that , the person sometimes talk as if they are the
one who’s buying using their own money. Well, I’d must say that my parents are
a bit choosy in my fashion taste and what they like about my taste is that they
love me wearing casual t-shirts and everything. Guess what , I never had a
sneakers before and one day, I bought it without my dad’s permission and when
he got to know that I bought it , he took it to our backyard and burnt it.
Well, I have to say that I CAN NEVER HAVE ANY SNEAKERS. But from there, I
learnt something that what my parents like of what I wear will eventually
reflects about what others think about my clothes.
Conclusion
is, whatever our parents like of what we do will reflects about what other
people think about us.
Caught by Fashion Police,
Eyman Asyraf Masfazil
what we could have been, 12:24 am.
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
10th November 2012 – 2:30am – Ipoh
Assalamualaikum,
Sometimes
in life, we have to sacrifice something in order to move on with our life.
Sometimes, that ‘something’ we sacrifice might be our bestest thing that we got
in life. In order to move on, we have to accept the fact that we are
sacrificing something in our life to achieve something better. Well, it doesn’t
have to be an ‘official’ ritual to sacrifice , sometimes, by saying ‘Goodbye’ , it too, can mean that we are
sacrificing.
Every Hello ends with a Goodbye
That is
one of the lines in Demi Lovato’s song that I’ve been listening to. It’s Catch Me sang by herself.
Today,
exactly the same date and the same time, 10th November 2012 at 2:30am,
I left a friend, a best one, to pursue his dreams. He’s a Form 5 student in my
school and has been a very good listener and also a very good suggester to me.
He was the one who helped me in my AddMaths, Chemistry, Biology, Physics and
Sejarah. How I still remembered that night before I sit for my Sejarah final
year exam, I sat at the back of surau, studying with him. He told me everything
that I should know about Renaissance and
Reformation. Well, he’s been the top
student in my school, always been the Top 3 student. Oh, his name is Wan Hafizan bin Wan Zukefli.
Let me
tell you a bit of the story. I met him when I was in Form 1 at STAR as a junior
in Malay Debate. He was the one who guide me through everything. Well, then it
comes to UKM tournament. That moment, I was offered to be the debater in the
Swing Team. He told me to be one and I got it. I was the 3rd speaker
in the team and in my first tournament, I was announced as the Best Speaker in
the round. He was proud that I was once his apprentice in debate. Then, it
comes to Form 3. I was struggling for my PMR. I left debate as how I left
everything except my education. But it didn’t mean that I didn’t come back to
debate, he asked me to come back and I did. I did improve a bit but I lost
everything. He was the one who told me to stay strong. I did and I am now
strong. When it comes to Form 4, he guide me through everything to become a
best Form 4 student eventhough I was not the best. But now, it’s time for him
to continue and pursue his dreams. Good luck in SPM, Wan !
Life in
boarding school is like water was dropped out from a straw, when we blow it, it
scatters everywhere. Some of them meets but some of them didn’t.
Sincerely,
Eyman Asyraf Masfazil
what we could have been, 12:14 am.
Saturday, 3 November 2012
Indeed, I was very busy with school stuffs and handling my batch's money until I don't have time to make a new post. I am very sorry to all my readers.
Recently, I've deactivated my Twitter. Before I proceed, I am very sorry to all my Followers who tried to search my twithandle and can't seem to find it. When I think it back again, I need to explain to all of you about the reason I deactivated my account.
If any of you remembered, last year, I posted a post about cyberbully and how it turns out to be so cruel to its internet user. Guess what, I am one of the victim, too ! What makes me sad is that its not people who I don't know bullied me in the cyber world but people who I know bullied me. To be exact, my own schoolmate. This is why I hate the social network because when a user comments or tend to judge ourself, they tend to hide it infront of us when they are infront of us in the reality world.
Actually, before I made my decision on deactivating my twitter account, I've asked and told this story to my closest friend that night. We were talking about this and when I told him about deactivating it, he supported my decision because he said that this is the reason why he hates the social world because it tends to lose some part of our life to it (internet). " When we put our soul to it, we will be disappointed one day because we did it. " he told me. Yes and I believe it.
So, to all my readers who followed my twitter and lost a follower because of what I did, I am so sorry. But it's for the best of me and everyone who thinks what I did is the best.
what we could have been, 1:05 am.
