Intelligence

In this 21st century, how do people measure intelligence? By how thick your certs in the folder? Or by the grades that you got from universities?

In my personal point of view, intelligence is something that can't be measured by how many A's you earn in your examinations. Or the Cumulative Grade Point Average you earn at the end of the semester.

What about the rest of the unlucky people who does not have the chance for all that? Some genius kids who are incapable to pursue their studies. Local or abroad. To get the same certificate as others? Due to some financial issue? Disappointment.

And the society often label the unlucky kids as the non-educated kids. Well, you never know what they are capable of!

Intelligence is not written on a piece of paper. 

Most of the Malaysians pursue their studies to the higher institution as they believe that those certificates are significant for them to go anywhere. It is, no doubt. It's a ticket for your job.

Attitude, responsibility. 

That is most vital characteristic one should have in executing daily task.

You can have Masters for that matter, but if you don't have that characteristic, it won't bring you anywhere neither.

  

A silent soul starts to talk

 

 

Life? A subjective four-letter word that can be defined in various term depending on one’s character. 
 

As for me, life can be defined as stages of maturity. In order to get matured, one undergoes stages of learning. Of course, to get things done in a better way. As a saying goes “Don’t practice until you get it right. Practice until you can’t get it wrong”.

Put it this way, we were born as babies. It took us some time to crawl, to walk, and to run. Step by step. One at  a time. Learn how to crawl, learn how to walk until we are able to run. One can't simply run without knowing how to walk. That goes the same thing in life. In whatever thing that we do, it will definitely takes us some time to get it right. We tend to make mistakes even when we have the expertise in one field. Human being – tendency of making mistakes is very high. One can develop their skills rapidly, one may not. It’s all about time. Baby A versus Baby B. Baby A may crawl first compared to Baby B. But Baby B is able to walk first compared to Baby A. Get the picture?

We are all never going to stop learning until our hair turns grey. It’s not all about certificates. It’s all about to be matured in every aspect of life.

Pardon myself for not being able to run. I couldn’t get up that steep hill running with insufficient energy. I’ll climb slowly though it takes some time.

Well, c’est la vie.

I miss it.

No powerful nor bombastic words can describe.

Enough said.

Forever me

Imagine this, life is like a piece of paper. Your parents taught you how to hold a pencil or a pencil color or crayons, they tell you the colors, the bright ones, the dull ones, they taught you how to paint. In life, you were given a piece of blank paper. And it's you who draw it, color it, decorate it. Eraser does exist, but it can't rub off mark-less-ly.

My sister and I, we came from the same womb, we have the same mom, same dad, same first name. Yes, we're biological sisters. But that doesn't mean we have the same attitude, same personality. I don't like to be paint with the same brush. Hello? We're two different person. We have a contrast character, opposite attitude and different aspiration. Even twins do.

She, being the eldest one among us, being the first one to go through every steps, but that doesn't mean I have to take her footsteps, right? Remembered when I was in form 4, I got into a science stream class. My sister? She took an account stream. My parents expected me to switch to account stream. Not to look down on me, but they said I might not address it as it is tougher compared to account stream. I know it's tougher, harder, I might not get it in my head. But I just want to prove that they're wrong. Nothing is impossible. As a saying goes, 'when there's a will, there's a way'.

Results? They ain't so good, but they ain't bad either. Sufficient enough to get myself into local university. Yes, I got two offers, matriculation and one more in local university. It's a pretty good opportunity, but my dad, he won't let me in. My sister? Again, she applied for a professional course in a college, somewhere around this town. Over again, my dad asked me to take any courses available in the same college. And I did. Okay with that. That's not my point.

Point is, things have been a little bit different now. My sister, she started wearing scarf couples of months ago. And I don't. I know it's a good thing to wear it, but I'm not ready. I don't want to commit myself with it. When I'm ready, I'll do it. I'll do it for God's sake. Not my parents. And when I do, I want to clean myself from everything. My sister is more polite, she's sweet, and soft-spoken compared to me. People tend to expect the same thing from me. In every aspect of life. No, I'm not like that. We're different. My sister come clean about something she did quite recently. It's not a major problem, but the fact that she hides it from us. Which I will never do. Point is, nobody's perfect.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm a mortal, who are just even with anyone else standing in this world. I may not be as hardworking as my sister, I can't do accounts, and know what? She can't do chemistry either. She may be a little bit smarter than I am in languages, and may be I'm a little bit smarter in mathematics, probably.

You know, we were born with unique specialities. And yet, we are not perfect either. We have flaws, everyone does, but it just that it's in different ways. Indirectly, we're even.

The paper, make it as beautiful as you can. Do the outlines before you color it, so if you use a wrong color, you are capable of changing the color before you color the whole thing. The mark earlier, they ain't going nowhere, but at least, you know it's not suitable and that shall alert you to be more careful in choosing a right color for your drawing.

Oldies

Though there are thousands of hits songs being broadcast on the radio, I ideally listen to old tunes. It's not that I do not listen to all these new released songs, I do. I do listen to Bruno Mars, Taylor Swift, Big Time Rush, The Ready Set, A Rocket To The Moon, Keri Hilson, et cetera, et cetera. They have aptitude for music, they're smashing!

But someway, old tracks make me feel, warm and calm and motivated and inspired. They're classic and, and they're wonderful. Each song has a very deep meaning, and it's mostly implicit. That's the preponderance of oldies, which I like the most. It's not explicitly stated. And they're ageless, they never really did worn me out. Babyface, Luther Vandross, Boys ii Men, James Ingram, 98 Degrees, Brian McKnight, Eric Clapton, KC & Jojo, Shania Twain, oh my, if I have to make a list of best-loved, it's going to be long-drawn-out.

There are lots of them, but here are some of my favorite lifetime oldies :

#1 That's What Friends Are For

#2 More than Words

#3 Will You Wait For Me

#4 One Sweet Day

#5 Everytime You Go Away

#6 Tears in Heaven

#7 Stay The Same

#8 Find 100 Ways

#9 Remember Me This Way

#10 A Promise I Make

#11 You'll Never Stand Alone

#12 Dance With My Father Again

#13 Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You

#14 I'll Stand By You

#15 Sorry For The Stupid Things

#16 Nobody Knows

#17 The Hardest Thing

#18 Hard To Say I'm Sorry

#19 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

#20 Drama, Love and Relationships

People tend to say it's love songs. Literally, they are. But the word 'love' isn't as a matter of course supposed to be your lover. Boyfriends or girlfriends. Love is for everybody. Parents, siblings, families, friends, all of them. You're highly think of your partner and pay no heed to value your nearest and dearest.

Indentureship

'For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.'

- Ralph Waldo Emerson -

Result. :/

Here's the thing, a day before the pre endorsed final result accessible in CMS, my coordinator had sent me a text, just to notify me about it. I can't sleep that freaking night thinking that I might flunk those two subjects I hate the most. Thinking that maybe I need to re-sit the paper again. I kept it to myself and did not tell my parents about it. Soon after that, one of my classmate rang me and she said she knew my result. I was shaking and stammering throughout the phone call. *true story* So she did mention my grades, just grades as in A, B or C, specifically, not.

The day after, I woke up in an unpleasant emotion, the result in some way give me the heebie-jeebies. I had my breakfast early in the morning, take my own sweet time, the fact that, kalau boleh tak nak tau result. But I have to bear with it, of course, I can't take a minute back, so I ran upstairs, switched on my laptop and direct to my college's homepage. And I was shivering from the very first second. The grades told by my friend was wholly true.

I grabbed the nearest calculator and start calculating my grade point average. I re-calculate for a number of times and I got the same number again and again and I cried for some reasons. I dialed up Syahirah, knowing that we always exhange results so on and stuffs like that, so I buzz her first. Just to let her the first one to know after my family. She didn't picked up and she rang me back immediately. Said she haven't take a look at it and asked me a favor to check it for her. So I did, and she turn out to get pretty good outcome. Hey, congratulation. I forgot to say it yesterday.

Facebook, twitter, it was full of yay me and stuffs. See, it's not that I'm not happy with my result, I do, I am happy with it, but the fact that I actually dropped my pointer, who would like it? But genuinely, I am grateful, and I couldn't give more gratitude to God who always there when everybody leaves. Who never give up on me, though I might be the most rebellious creature He ever made, there's no end of gratitude to You.

To all my lecturers, I know I have said this, but I just feel like doing it one more time. :) Thank you for every single thing you've done for me. Every. I know I talk a lot sometimes, I get you on your nerves, things like that, I'm awfully sorry. Thank you for made me who I am today.

Damsel's wont.

She could hear the steps on the stairs, the sound of the washing machine running just close to her, the sound of flicking on the lights once or twice, thrice maybe. Within a second she could hear the water from the bathroom which is just few steps away from her bed. She could hear someone is calling her pet name, just a two-letter word, which sounds more endearment. The sounds of birds chirping, quite calms her in the morning. She wakes up before the sun rises, rub her sleepy eyes, and get in to the toilet pretty damn quick to brush her teeth in the first place.

Dawdling to the lower floor and grab the car keys, move the gear from parking to drive, hit the road to send off her sister to school. Back home, grab some bread, spread on some nutella, back to bed and catch her forty winks without delay. Turn on the fan, make sure the curtain meet each end, just to block the sunshine from coming through her windows, which may distract her doze.

Less than an hour later, roughly, she could hear someone is calling her with her pet name again. But this time, it's a guy. Get up in involuntary and heard 'let's go out for breakfast, get ready.' Shall be ready in less than 15 minutes and right away leave the house for breakfast.

Back home in one hour or perhaps half an hour later, it depends. She starts doing some boring chores, catch some movies, too lazy to make up her bed, too lazy to put her garments in the cupboard, too lazy to do everything. Turn on her laptop and start surfing until her fingers are numb, until she needs to loosen up her joints. How long could it be? Four hours, five? She's not sure herself.

Loafing around the house, aimless, trying to work something out, yet nothing. Spend the whole evening by watching movies or whatever she could possibly do before get back to sleep. And noiselessly waiting for tomorrow to come, and go through the same day as she did today.

And yes, that's how my days come and go. Pretty much monotonous, but I don't care much, X.

Linwood Barclay

"Dear Anyone : This is a letter from one anyone to another anyone, no names required, because nobody really knows anybody anyway. Names don't make a hell of a lot of difference. The world is made up entirely strangers. Millions and millions of them. Everyone is a stranger to everyone else. Sometimes we think we know other people, especially those we supposedly are close to, but if we really knew them, why are we so often surprised by the shit they do? Like, parents are always surprised by what their kids do. They raise them from the time they were babies, spend each and every day with them, think they're these goddamn fucking angels, and then one day the cops come to the door and say hey, guess what, parents? Your kid just bashed some other kid's head in with a baseball bat. Or you're the kid, and you think things are pretty fucking okay, and then one day this guy who's supposed to be your dad says so long, have a nice life. And you think, what the fuck is this? So years later, your mom ends up living with another guy, and he seems okay, but do you think, when's it coming? That's what life is. Life is always asking yourself, when's it coming? Because if it hasn't come for a long, long time, you know you're fucking due. All the best, Anyone."

Adapted from No Time For Goodbye

Break rest.

After ten hellish days of stressing myself with final, it's finally over. How trouble-free it is to get over examinations. Hee. Though I did not do quite well, I hope everything going to be fine. I wish to get flying colors result, of course. But Malaysian Studies and Creative Communication Production was out of my league! 'A' is so un-get-able. :(

Future semester, I know you’ll be waiting patiently for me. And for that, please be as pleasurable as you can. I can’t wait to meet you, but somehow I got to have a time of my life with holidays. Till then, shall we date in July.

Nonetheless, supreme appreciation to all pedagogues' endeavor to educate us throughout the semester. With you, we're towering proud. :)

Companionship.

As everyone's aware, today is 16th May, a day, the entire world is celebrating teacher's day. To all teachers in the world, have a blast. :)

So here it goes, everyone has someone to lean on, to cry on, to have one's shoulder, it's not as easy as pie you know, people come and go in your life. As for me, I have her. :)

She's a friend of mine, a sister and a company wherever I go. Though we had and we shall have thousands, millions of arguments each day, she stills the one I'll be looking for. We knew each other since we were thirteen, but we get closer when we were fifteen. Eh, how cool is that? Both of us take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, no matter what we do, we take a little of each other everywhere. ♥

Here is what I’m trying to say, she was a stranger to me 7 years ago, she was my friend since then, my best friend since we're fifteen, and now she’s more than a sister to me. Though new friends came along throughout the way, hey, trust me, they ain’t like you. Things we shared, ain’t comparable. Though I may not appreciate some of your presence, though I may not give all smiles throughout the day, I’m just letting you know that I am eternally grateful for each time you stick around when everyone leaves.

Thank you for all the advices that I was not listening, the limelight that I was oblivious, all the time that I was not thankful, and all the smiles that I was frowned. You're my educator, my motivator, Nurul Syahirah Noor Azman. :')

p/s : Fyi, she will be a teacher someday. :)

I heart you, always.

xoxo

I know you a whit in this age.

Beginning the past fortnight, I'm all clueless about what is transpiring. Still and all, I'm trying to twig the circumstances. I've done wrongs, I can sense that, which I reckon everybody does make mistakes. Human nature, have you ever heard of it? And I comprehend if you go berserk for a little while, but do you think it's entitle for a small mistake? You decide.

I doubt so. But that is your way. Not mine. Everyone has their, let's say unique ways. But erratically cold treatment doesn't solve the difficulty. Sarcasm does not always come to an end with contentment. Take a pick. A second of satisfaction or a long term unspoken talks?

*paused* I miss the times we had. I'm not the only one who has been noticing your changes. Others did. Take a moment and ponder what has been wrong in this state of time.

P/s : If you're ingenious enough to read a shot, you'll distinguish the effortless significance.

A Friend or Foe?

A friend is define as a person whom knows everything about you. One who knows and accept your imperfection with whole heart. Friends come and go, walk in and walk out in your life. No one has ever guarantee that they'll be there at the end of your life. But in some way, when you trust your friend, when you have faith in them, you'll place at least a little credence that they will be there whenever you need them.

I've been living in this planet for almost a couple of decades and I've seen lots of people with zillions behavior. Quite recently, I knew a friend who was a friend by name. And as I said for a zillion times again, I’m eighteen and I make mistakes. I'm not saying it's a goof by knowing her, but perhaps I should have drawn a fine line between us. She's nice, no doubt. But then I just wake up and being very conscious that everything they said was absolutely right. Where deep down, I whispered to myself 'I should have listened to them'. But then again, regardless of what they have judged her, let's just keep it to myself, as I think everyone in the entire world did criticize others.

And now as time goes by, I felt uneasy in her presence. There was once, after some time, I went out lunch with her, where, I don't feel the so-called-comfortableness I used to have heretofore. I hardly share things with her at the moment. And I get real awkward to just be left alone with her. Enough said.

We were close as thick as thieves, but not anymore. Look back on, who was the one calling for whom? Who did asked favors from whom? Bet she disremember that. My amigo once said 'not all friends are kept'. And know what? It's not fallacious. Remember back, what did trigger me to pulled myself out. I’m not raking up the past, but nah, guess you know better, chum.

I guess the previous post was too in a roundabout way or maybe unselfish for you. And if you're contemplating this post as selfishness, one thing left to say, I digested that from you. And for what is happening now, for what I've made another party felt when I was tight-knit with you, I guess I'm collecting my paybacks now. The world goes round. The end.

P/s : Oh, by the way, I don't buy your chivalry anymore. Please do commit to your memory.

What you see is not always what they mean.

When you first met one person, or get to know a person, everything seem to be very pleasing. Everything about them are flawless. You like the way they treat you, the way the speak to you, the way they laugh, everything. In other word, you fall for their amiability. And somehow I believe what they said, that in this phase, our body produces myriad of endorphins that make us feel outlandishly happy.

But question is, how long does it lasts? A month or two? A year? In time you'll get to know them better. It's where you realize that they are human being. They aren't perfect, they have flaws. Where in sooth, you can't accept their vile behavior. Think again, you are a human being too. You have flaws. Everybody does. They might dislike your odious behavior as well. Take that in your account.

I've been there, done that. It's a sheer bullshit I must say here. But what I muse on until hell freezes over, we know that it's going to happen and yet we tend to let ourselves drown in it.

Yes You Are.

For one thing I'm unhesitating, I'm not your slave nor your writer. I jotted down whatever I need for myself and certainly not for you. I just don't get the drift why is it so arduous to write yourself? #questionsisometimesponder

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TWITTER ultimately. :)

After hours of hellish break without anything better-off to do yesterday while waiting for French class, I've finally signed up an account for twitter. *applause* bahaha. Consequently, I've been twitting the whole day and trying hard to understand how it works which ensued late-night-rushing-and-kelamkabuting to get my report done on time.

Eldritch enough, after I have twitter account, I didn't sign in my facebook account for real!

*big round of applause*

I Wear My Heart on My Sleeve,

Sometimes in life, there are things you want other people to know but sometimes, you just don't know how to face them. I just don't know what's got into me. But I guess there is just something wrong with me. And I don't know what it is. Everything is just not right. So shut up. Did I just said shut up to myself? Ain't gonna happen. *chuckles*

Everything turned topsy-turvy when there was nothing happened literally. I'm throwing all my anger to anyone that happens to be with me.

I'm awfully sorry.

There's one thing for you to know, I can't change what's already happened. But, I'll try to change myself for what's going to happen.

No promises, I said I'll try.

True story.

 Some people dream of success while others wake up and work hard at it.

 

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Timeless friend

After one whole week of mid term break, routine of waking up early in the morning, get your clothes well ironed, get homeworks and assignments all done, back to normal. Everyone seems to be excited to get back on the wheel. How awkward I don't feel like one.

As I step into the class, I could see hooray moments all over. People throwing questions like 'hey where did you spent your hols?', 'what did you do?', 'did you catch any movies?', so on and so forth. I can see everyone is wearing dazzling smiles all the time. Close friends ran to each other to get  one's arm, shows their affection after couples of days of not meeting.

But me? No. I don't feel the excitement that I used to have before. I know that I oughtn't show the emotion. But things haven't been that good nowadays. Mid term examinations, Japan's natural disaster, undone stuffs, cold treatment, communication breakdown. Everything. Somehow, experience has mellowed me. I believe everything happened for a reason.

I found friends that are truly friends, friends that would stand by me, and friends who are just friends by name. It may change my life, forever. I'm glad to say here that, I've fall in love with the word 'friend'. Which is not only a word to me. It means a world to me. They're beautiful. :)