tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10342513490227456082024-02-19T12:02:58.175+08:00Asfi RaihanAsfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-42094491379494657952018-10-22T22:18:00.003+08:002018-10-22T22:18:47.739+08:00Life has been so hard on me. I don't know what to do. I can't seem to get out from this mess. I'm on the verge of giving up. I can't seem to have strength in my leg anymore more although I know I have to keep on walking but honestly, I'm tired. I'm done.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-62131967974003266332018-09-23T00:16:00.000+08:002018-09-23T00:16:47.396+08:00I don't what is going on with me right now. I couldn't understand myself anymore. Why do I feel so upset with everyone? Why can't I stop comparing myself with everyone and everything? I can't stop thinking. I have what I have, but why do I want what others have too eventhough I know deep inside I don't need it. I don't really want it in the first place but why do I keep feeling like this. I'm exhausted. I need to stop. But I don't know how or maybe I know how but I just can't. I need to stop thinking. I keep on thinking about it. I can't stop. It's a mess inside my head. A complete mess. I'm just anxious. I couldn't stop feeling anxious. My heart is beating so fast as I'm typing this and I'm just staying still. It feels suffocating. If I can just throw up everything real quick. Im just typing everything out. I want to say so mamy things but it stuck in my stomach my liver or I don't know somewhere inside. Just get out. I want it to get out from my body my mind my stomach my eyes my brain my heart my skin just get out get out get out get get out help I feel like crying bit I can't help het it out from me get it out get out get out get out get ouy get out stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stip thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stip stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop okay that went away real quick i should force myself to sleep before it come crawling back insideAsfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-41558188425486374942018-09-21T19:14:00.000+08:002018-09-23T00:17:59.068+08:00Maybe, I am not as forgiving as I think I am. I always feels like I forgot what people do to me, I thought I was a nice person, brushing everything of and act like nothing happen afterward. I'll try to laugh it out most of the times. Even if I'm terribly upset about something, I told myself that I was okay with it. Well, apparently not.<br />
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People used to say sorry to me but now, not anymore. Maybe, because I say "it's okay" most of the time so people are used to it they don't find it necessary to say it anymore although they know it upsets me.<br />
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I really thought I was okay with everything but I just came to realized that I was never okay. I never forget. I always take it to heart. I'm not a nice person. I'm not an easy going person. I'm actually really sensitive. I'm really soft. I break easily. But, I act like everything is okay because I want people to like me. I want people to be comfortable with me. Only to end up being really hurt at the end of the day. Not being able to tell anyone and always have to keep it bottled inside.<br />
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I wish I can speak well so that I can speak my mind confidently. I wish I can write well so that I can write prettily what I really feel. I just want people to understand me.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-88302755860613137552018-09-10T10:09:00.003+08:002018-09-23T00:18:43.684+08:00They make fun of me. I'm truly living a lonely life that the only friends I have were making fun of me just because I like an instagram post. They think it is funny to laugh at someone who already feel miserable that she choose to take some time alone healing herself from being mad at them in the first place just because she couldn't said it out loud to their face afraid that they would think she is bitter and pathetic. Now, I'm way beyond mad, I don't know what it is but I'm just way beyond mad.<br />
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I just want to go.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-79919860149562881812018-08-22T21:42:00.000+08:002018-09-21T19:15:49.246+08:00I'm losing myself these days.<br />
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It's easy to pretend you are okay when you are with family and friends, you know. They used to notice when I'm having a hard time with myself. They seek me out. But, now, I don't know. It's either I got better and become reaallly good at pretending or they simply just don't care anymore or probably too occupied to notice.<br />
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I was in mid conversation with my sis the other day and laughing when suddenly it hits me, I don't really laugh that time. It was an empty laugh. Maybe it was not obvious but I feel deep down inside, it was empty like really empty. It was more of a sigh than a laugh I suppose.<br />
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I don't own my body anymore. I feel like I'm no longer here. I'm just simply functioning. I breathe because I can't stop breathing. I walk, talk or laugh because I have to, not because I want to. I went to sleep because I have to wake up the next day not because I feel sleepy or anything. Sometimes it feels like my heart would stop beating any second but it doesn't. It becomes really slow and painful and I feel like I'm falling into a pit of darkness and become extremely sad for few minutes then it goes away.<br />
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Maybe I just miss everyone so much. It is good to know that my friends are doing great and they are happy. My family too are doing so well. I wish I can be part of it.<br />
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<br />Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-12857258629191297152018-07-24T17:43:00.001+08:002018-09-21T19:16:23.171+08:00I'm miserable.<br />
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I'm a coward. I choose to run away instead. I think I'm a bad friend. Although I love everyone around me so much, I keep on wanting something in return for loving them. That's what makes me a bad friend. I want them to love me back the same way I do for them. And for not being able to receive the same amount of love, makes me despise them. I'm terribly hurt. I don't want to be hurt by the people I loved but, I can't help it. I'm just hurt. Badly.<br />
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It's my fault though for letting them to hurt me. I think I'm better out of the picture. They won't even notice I guess or probably sooner or later they'll get used to it and then I would be forgotten. Easily.<br />
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I'm having a bad time and I can't even properly describe it even. It is as if my body cell is disintegrating into pieces. It feels very heavy to move. My heart feels like it would stop anytime soon. Sometimes I can't breath. Even if I smile when I meet people it feels so weird. I feel out of place you know. Can't find anything to like about myself anymore. No matter how hard I try.<br />
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I can't even cry anymore. I try to force it out the other day but I can't and I don't even know why. It will be so much easier if I can cry. Sekali je. Just once. I feel stuffed, bloated and suffocated at times. I just want to sleep.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-29746432832609286002018-07-18T20:46:00.002+08:002018-09-21T19:17:42.516+08:00Frustrated.<br />
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That is all I can say that probably best describe my situation right now. I have been sending out my resume these days. A lot. Like a lotttt. But, unfortunately to no avail. I have yet to receivea single feedback or response. I woke up looking at my phone only to see messages from my telco provider. *<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>sigh</i></span><br />
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I always sleep at night hoping that the next morning I wake up, I will be able to see, well, at least a single email notification responding to my job application. Even if it is an email rejecting my application, that would be okay for at least I know someone out there is reviewing my application. I would feel less pathetic that way.<br />
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I am feeling so hopeless these past few weeks. I have been jobless for few months right now. People have been asking me about it and it annoys me sometimes although I know they are just being concerned and does not mean any harm but still, it is stressing me out.<br />
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I really don't know what to do. I feel so useless right now because I am supposed to give my parents money at this age, I should make them happy and proud of me. I am freaking 24 years old for god sake. I am out of time. I am ashamed of myself.<br />
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Please.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-71865658673121825822018-05-17T15:55:00.000+08:002018-05-17T15:55:42.513+08:00Job Hunting Is hard<br />
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Hi there,<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s been so long since I updated my blog so I really don’t know
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It was hard frankly speaking, I’ve been to several
interviews so far and most of them does not end very well. I failed most of
them and the typing test oh my god. I didn’t realized that typing speed can be
a very crucial skill for me to get a job.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But, I would not take no for an answer and it really messed
up my ego so I decided to borrow my brother’s keyboard to practice typing. I am
going to try to apply for the very same position in few weeks. Wish me luck.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Till then.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-67848142762751237392017-03-13T14:56:00.001+08:002017-03-21T10:24:05.154+08:00Bukit Tinggi, PahangTrip with friends.<br />
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It is always a good day when you get the chance to get out from your usual place for a change. The other day, Fatinah, Haliza and I actually went to Bukit Tinggi, Pahang just for a day trip<br />
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It was just a 45 minute drive from our campus so we departed around 8am, I guess? I don't quite remember. It was pretty much empty when we were there, maybe because we were too early. At the entrance, we have to pay RM15 (per adults) and then, we parked our car and the first place we visited was the Colmar Tropicale French Theme Resort. It was nice but the place wasn't too big as I imagined when I first Google-ed the place so yeah.<br />
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So, next station will be my favorite place in Bukit Tinggi, so far. The JAPANESE TEA GARDEN!! God bless this place. It is so beautiful I can tell you. The <i>zen</i> (new word I learned that day) in this place is so positive and I felt very calm and my stress went away just like that. It is so green and windy, breezy, calming and everything. I just love it. If I were to come here again, definitely because of this garden. <br />
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We just drove for about 5 minutes form the French theme resort and parked at the designated parking lot and mann we have to climb up the stairs (tinggi seh) to reach there. It was quite a hiked up.<br />
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I couldn't get enough of this garden, seriously. Just for your information, the Kimono can be rented at RM20 for 20 minutes.<br />
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Anyway, next, we went to the Botanical Garden. Just a walking distance from the Japanese Tea Garden. Just like its name, it is basically a garden full with plants, flowers and everything. Greeny.<br />
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That is all I can remember so yeah. Oh, we were hungry, we went to Sushi King after that. Oh, now I mish sushi hmm<br />
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Bye.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-15206388150984989112017-03-09T09:36:00.001+08:002017-03-09T09:40:27.588+08:00Sunway Lagoon (Part 2)Syazana.<br />
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This post is dedicated to my beloved friend Syazana. Well, I think you are the only one that is reading all my blog post, I think.<br />
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So, this is following my first trip to Sunway Lagoon to try the bungee jumping. I forgot where I stop in the last post so we just go to the event of the day lah.<br />
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I registered, paid the bungee. Actually the actual price for bungee jumping is RM80 (for Malaysian citizen). But, the cute guy in the counter said that I could get less RM20 if I just like their Instagram account so duhh. *Liked*<br />
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I was waiting in line and suddenly all the butterflies in this freakin world somehow decided to gather up and settled in my empty stomach. Damn it. Was waiting in line looking at other people jumping in front of my very eyes, good Lord, they don't even scream like what? Asal tak jerit doh korang gila ke apa. Then my turn came. Wow, God knows how nervous I am.<br />
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So, the guy put the safety rope on me and everything, man it actually hurts my legs a little as they tighten the sponge(?), I don't know what is it call.<br />
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So, despite the funniest joke I had heard in my life, with a heavy heart, I now stand at the end of the platform ready to jump. Nah, I am so not readyyyyy haha another Abang had to persuade me for about five minutes before I really jump though. Seriously, I almost gave up, like lantaklah RM60 melayang I don't care I don't want to do this. But, thanks to Abang tali and Fatinah who kept on motivating me, I took a deep breath, screamed my heart out and I jump! Yeay!<br />
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The thing is that, I jump funnily because I don't hear the instruction properly during the briefing so I look like a corpse being thrown form a cliff like so jelly, so funny. One thing I regret until today was that I closed my eyes. Mannn, I miss the best view because I am too scared. I have the video of my first bungee in my Instagram, it is too much of a hassle to upload it here so you can watch it <a href="https://www.instagram.com/asfiraihan/" target="_blank">here</a>. Anyway, looking forward to have another bungee jump moment again. In Macau, maybe?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>p/s: I love you Sya and I miss you so much xoxo</i></span>Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-59306916432950474062017-02-23T09:36:00.001+08:002017-03-14T08:54:26.672+08:00Lorry and BusYesterday, I almost got hit by a bus.<br />
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Yeah, I don't really know how to cross the road since I was small actually. Once, I almost got hit by a lorry in front of my house (my house is close to the main road fyi). Thanks to my mom for calling my name which stopped me to look at her when suddenly I felt a gush of wind pass by me. My mom was screaming and I just froze there, too shock to even do anything. That was my first time I encountered a dramatic near-death experience, I think. I have been traumatized since then to cross the road and always need someone's help if I were to cross. My family and friends know this.<br />
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Again, it all came back to me yesterday when I was almost got hit by RapidKL bus to be exact. It is just that I am running to cross the road to catch the bus on the other side of the road, afraid that I would miss it just to wait another half an hour for another bus. Not even thinking, I just run. Thank god , the driver saw me and stopped. He shook his head and I couldn't be more embarrassed and scared than ever. I sat on the bus, not doing anything uulike always (playing with my phone, listening to songs). I just stare out of the window the whole journey to the LRT Station, still shocked.<br />
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The thing is that, it took me to almost got hit by a bus, only to realize that I didn't want to die yet. I used to think that dying was the only solution to my misery, but not anymore now. I realize that I want to love more, I also want to be loved. I want to ask for forgiveness and forgive people too. I haven't done enough for my parents, I want to see my brothers, sisters again and again. Playing and fighting with them. I want to go out and enjoy road trip with my friends, eat good food with them, try out new restaurants and watch Marvel movies and more. I want to meet basically everyone. I want to love everyone. I haven't realize how much I want to love until yesterday, the day when I almost got hit by a bus. Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-69574150089704258022016-08-26T13:40:00.000+08:002016-08-26T13:47:41.576+08:00Sunway Lagoon (Part 1)<span style="font-size: small;">A worthwhile trip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I first did my bungee jump on August 25th 2016. Enough said. It was a wonderful experience to be honest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I really don't know how to start this but I'm just going to write everything that I did on that day. I walked to the LRT Station Wangsa Maju at 8.00 am and you guys should really know this: Don't ever start your journey at the same time people are going to work oh lord.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I only managed to get on the train at 9.00 am something because wow the train was packed with humans. I was so stressed out but anyhow after having to stand in the squished train for about half an hour as it tooks more than 10 stations before I reached KL Sentral to meet Fatinah, I survived.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We did a short catching up session, gosh I was happy to see familiar face after spending so much time in the office. After that we took the KTM and we stop at Setia Jaya Station (<b><i>cost RM2.30 per trip</i></b>). We were supposed to take the BRT at platform 2 after that (<b><i>cost RM2.30 per trip straight to Sunway Pyramid Mall</i></b>) but we missed the signage and we end up walking for hundred meters to cross the road and everything. We decided to grab a taxi before we sesat lagi and we reached the Sunway Pyramid main entrance around 11.30 am (<b><i>cab fare cost us RM4.00</i></b>).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">From Sunway Mall, we have to walk a little bit and went down two levels to reached the main entrance to Sunway Lagoon. We redeemed our ticket at the counter and voila we're in Sunway freakin Lagoon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Okay I think that's good for now, until next time, bye :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-56779453680613698452016-08-21T13:41:00.000+08:002016-08-21T13:43:44.652+08:00HeroGold.<br />
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It must have been a roller coaster of emotions for us Malaysian these past few days. I woke up feeling solemn this morning and nothing, not a thing I do can make the feeling go away. It is not because I feel disappointed or anything, I just feel,.. sad.<br />
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To be honest, after the game last night, I cried, like a baby. I don't why but I just feel sorry for our hero, Datuk Lee Chong Wei. No one would ever understand how he felt at that time I bet, no one. His face said it all. How much he wanted to hold that Gold before taking his bow from Olympics. Shit, now I am crying.<br />
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I grew up watching his game, his name and Lin Dan was a familiar name to me as badminton was the only sport I can play during my school time. I am not very sporty but badminton hold a significant part in my life.<br />
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We probably get over this after few days or maybe after few weeks, but him? W never know. The way he said sorry during the interview last night broke my heart, I cried right away. He really wants that gold, for us Malaysians and for him too.<br />
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I just want to say that you did you very best and you don't have to be sorry about it, we know. We know.<br />
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Yes, we did send our thanks, comforting words and more through social media and everything. People around him also, must have been comforting him but, the fact that I can somehow feel how he much he wants it and nothing, nothing probably can help him forget this moment, make me feel useless as a fellow Malaysian. We all want to make him feel better, but to be honest, we all know we can't.<br />
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I just hope he knows that he make us proud and that is enough for us. Thank you. Thank you for all of your hard work.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-33555148373023583962016-08-12T11:11:00.001+08:002016-08-26T13:42:24.198+08:00ExcitedDoing it.<br />
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Guess what? I'm going to Sunway Lagoon! We bought the promotional ticket Buy 1 Free 1 so I am going with one of my friend. Thank god I have someone to enjoy the day with. Can't wait to explore Sunway Lagoon. My main focus would be the bungee jumping and of course the Screampark. We'll see how scary the haunted house is *evil laugh*.<br />
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Nah, just kidding, I'll probably faint out in there to be honest because I'm such a scaredy-cat. But, I'm gonna try everything, gonna make this trip worthwhile. May Allah ease our journey later.<br />
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Later. Bye.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-25707084569968591782016-08-11T15:24:00.003+08:002016-08-26T13:42:06.196+08:00SoonNike. Just do it.<br />
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I think I'm just gonna do it. The hell with money. Can always find more later. But,.. hmm.<br />
Yeah, it is just a matter of time. Tapi,.. alahai.<br />
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If I don't do this now, I don't think I'll be able to do anything after this. This is a very important step for me. To get out from my comfort zone, to do things that I love.<br />
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Aja-aja hwaiting!Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-53048999893242876712016-08-04T15:02:00.001+08:002016-08-26T13:41:46.955+08:00RejectedStill no news on the bungee thing.<br />
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Never mind, I'm used to getting rejected. Been experiencing this "rejected" thingy since high school. I'd once gave my crush a present for his birthday only to be returned to me at the end of the day. I went home crying that day. So pathetic.<br />
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It is true what people said. Less expectation, less hurtful it will be. Not hoping too much on this, but worry not, I,m gonna keep on praying because I'm not a quitter. I'm going to make this thing happen! I promise myself.<br />
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One more thing, if there is anyone out there is reading my blog, did my style of writing changed? <br />
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How to sound more mature in my writing, I wonder. Do I have to write something serious or maybe present only about facts and things like that?Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-971247462227049382016-08-02T16:09:00.002+08:002016-08-26T13:41:22.323+08:00Life BungeeI did something crazy today.<br />
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OMG OMG OMG! I just don't think anymore. Actually I've been dreaming about doing bungee jumping in Macau which is one of the tallest bungee jumping spot in the world. I thought there is none in Malaysia but when I googled, there is freakin one spot in Sunway Lagoon for god sake.<br />
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I did some research about it. I googled about the reviews from people who had already try it out and of course the price and everything. Only to a disappointment, it is too expensive for me. I mean, I can pay the price for the bungee jumping but to pay the entrance fee to Sunway Lagoon separately, kills me. If I want to try it out, I would have to pay a total of RM130 and above. Moreover, I don't have any transportation, thus the public transport fee to be added to that. Argh!<br />
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I've been thinking about it for few days, when suddenly the inner child in me said to just go for it. I emailed Sunway management asking whether I can do the bungee jumping without having to pay for the entrance fee. They must think I'm crazy, pathetic or something and they might not even read it but I just don't care anymore. I just want to do it. I have had enough with myself saying wanting to do this, to do that, but nothing happen. So, I emailed them.<br />
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I have many dreams and I want to make it come true no matter what happen. I just want to make my life extraordinary, for once, well at least for me. People can laugh about it and maybe the bungee in Sunway is not that high but it surely feels that, if this happen, many more adventure will awaits for me in the future. I am just a kid with dreams, yeah 22 year old kid. I don't care. I emailed them.<br />
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Not putting too much hope on this but still, please Allah, make this happen for me.<br />
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*update: Man, I just checked the page, it is actually RM120 per adult for entrance fee, hmm k <br />
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<br />Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-49353798753834184462016-07-31T15:07:00.001+08:002016-08-26T13:42:58.972+08:00WhateverI'm bored. I'm hungry. I'm confused. I'm pathetic. I'm stressed out. I'm alone. I'm dead.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-65252200158661553832016-07-30T00:32:00.000+08:002016-08-02T16:39:31.159+08:00ZootopiaHi!<br />
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Zootopia. I guess imagination really have no limits. I love Zootopia. I never thought I would like another animation movie after Frozen, I was wrong! At first, I could not really understand the craze with Zootopia when it was out in the cinema. I was just like, nah, another animation movie. But, my fellow friends was like suggesting and promoting and keep on asking me to watch it. Now, here I am, with no expectation on the movie, watched it and it completely blew up my mind. Maybe it is just me but who cares, it makes me feel like a child again.<br />
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Not to mention, the cinematography was awesome. The details they made for every characters. The fur, the horns, the eyes, everything, they were so careful about every little things. I like it when they take into consideration for each characters/animals in the movie. Like, in Zootopia they have a lift, special for small mouse, the train which have three different sizes of door for the animals and more. I really do not know how to explain it, you need to watch it yourself. It was brilliant and creative.<br />
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The story line was good. It was about a small bunny which have a big dream to be a police officer in Zootopia, a dream city. It was something that people think would be impossible with her small physics and everything. Yet, there she is, joining the police academy and managed to become Officer Hopps. But, only to be given a job as 'meter maid'. There was a big case where 14 mammals have missing and Hopps have a deal with his boss to find one of it with her career on the stake.<br />
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She got help from a sly fox she met, Nick and from there their adventure begins. Then there were chases, hiding out, running away from the bad guy and everything and they managed to capture the villain. It seems like there is going to be a love line between Nick and Officer Hopps but, they are two different kind of animals so I think that would be impossible. But, I'm liking how their friendship developed though. Nick was cool, smart and very sneaky.<br />
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Anyhow, what I learnt from this movie is that to never give up. When people say no, you say yes. It is your dream so just go for it no matter how impossible it might be to you or even to anyone else. Hopps really show us great courage, determination and passion in this movie that we can learn from. One more thing, we cannot simply judge a book by its cover. We need to change that stereotype of seeing a sheep as nice and kind while fox is the bad guy. It does not always work that way. People are people. Stop putting labels and treat each other kindly.<br />
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I would give this movie 7 for its valuable lesson, good story line and splendid cinematography.<br />
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That is all for today. Good night.<br />
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Salam.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">p/s: you should try to listen to the song by Shakira (Gazelle) entitled Try Everything, it can motivate you when you feel like giving up</span></i>Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-5049305973432199102016-07-23T17:24:00.001+08:002016-08-02T16:40:10.713+08:00Crazy, Stupid, LoveLove, love, love all the way. <br />
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Today I watched Crazy, Stupid Love. I do not know why, but I just love this kind of movie. I guess I am just that kind of person, hopeless romantic they say. Hahaha. Now let's get to the comment, I mean what I feel about the movie, shall we?<br />
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It tells a story about some guy named Cal Weaver which was having some problem with his wife. The world went chaotic for him when his wife asked for a divorce. We can totally see from the movie that they were clearly still love each other but somehow, it does not seem to be working out for them. Something is wrong.<br />
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But, then there was Ryan Gosling came rolling, God he was so perfect in that suit, I wish I could hug him demmit. It starts then, when Jacob played by Ryan tried to change Cal to be a better man. We often see in a movie where the girl went through a huge transformation and everything. However, in this movie, we get to see a midlle aged man that had given up on life get a freakin' transformation, so, to me, it is kinda fresh and new. Jacob and Cal is a funny combination. I laugh a lot, and enjoying their shopping, picking up girl in a bar scene.<br />
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So, here we have a brand new Cal Weaver and he is enjoying his new life, going out with different women only to realized that it is not it. He terribly missed his wife. He tried to call Jacob to talk about it but, Jacob is nowhere to be found. Guess where he is. Yeah, with Hannah, a girl that she met in a bar, which he tried his pickup lines and everything but it doesn't work.<br />
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We got another love story going on here. Jacob, a playboy or I don't know, a Casanova, trying his best to get this girl which he felt like, the one. The girl was playing hard to get but, one day decided to come to the guy after she was turned down by his colleague that she thought was going to propose to her. So, they somehow get together and become a couple.<br />
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Now, let's get back to Cal. He actually prepared a surprise for his wife with the help of his children at their house with the intention of getting back together. Here come the plot twist. On the day of the event everyone get together and it turns out Hannah is Cal's daughter. So, imagine Cal's face when Hannah brought back Jacob and introduced him as her boyfriend.<br />
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There is more about the movie actually and you should watch it yourself. It is very light and easy to follow as the story line is not that confusing.To conclude it is another romantic comedy movie and it talks about love, family and to not give up. What I learn about Cal and his wife is that people often take for granted what they have and realized that they cannot live without it until they lost it. And Jacob and Hannah, had taught me that people can change and love can change people, yeah.<br />
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The rating hmm I would give 6.8. :)<br />
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That's all for now. Bye<br />
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Salam.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-33048773431535521992016-07-22T22:42:00.000+08:002016-08-02T16:11:43.928+08:00Love, Actually..Movie day again.<br />
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Hi there!<br />
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Just finished watching Love, Actually, actually. Might as well write some reviews about the film. I am so not in the place to critic a film though but just sharing my thoughts on the film.<br />
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Loving comedy, romantic kinda movie since I was in high school so I was expecting more actually from the movie. I have watched many of these kind, trust me. So, back on the film. I like it, but not to the point that I can say that I love it. All couples have their own level of hmm how do I put this into words ya, I mean their own lovely feeling.<br />
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It managed to make go rolling on the bed because it was so chessy, cute and freakin' lovely. Hahaha, yes I was talking about Joanna and ya know that little boy from Hunger Games, ugh he is so cute. Their young, pure love make me screamed a little bit when it comes to their scene. I love them.<br />
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The Prime Minister, ah I never knew that Natalie would be the kind of girl that he would like so kinda surprising twist we had there. Seriously I never thought, she would be the one, considering on their first meeting. But, they were cute though. The scene where the Prime Minister went house by house to find his Natalie just heartwarming and sweet.<br />
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The Portuguese lady and the writer man made me confused when it comes to their part to be honest because I do not know what the lady was saying the whole time because she speaks fully Portuguese and there was no subtitle provided, so I'm quite confused and frustrated. However, the end story for them couple, good.<br />
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And the inappropriate couple oh God, I guess love is blind, love can be weird and it can comes in all forms at anytime in anyplace. It is so ridiculous and I am so not suggesting this film to kids but happy for them though. Smh.<br />
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Last but not least, I rather not talk about this last couple because if I did, I won't probably be stopping anytime soon. Not totally blaming the man but totally hating his secretary. Poor lady, I mean his wife, have to stay strong despite the affair that was going on. I wish I can hug her and tell her that everything would be just fine and be strong. If I can just tell her to punch her husband in the face and kick him right in the nuts yeah. That would be good too. But, I don't know, they have kids. I guess they still have something or reasons to make the relationship going.<br />
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I would give 5,2 for the rating. Just to be clear, my rating, my own and personal thought on the film. :)<br />
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I guess that is all. Bye.<br />
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Salam.<br />
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<br />Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-51571588252555807932016-07-21T14:57:00.001+08:002016-08-26T13:44:35.832+08:00LazyThesis. No start. I'm dead.<br />
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Hmm, allahu, allahu, allahu. How to be rajin hah? I need to start working on my thesis like freakin' RIGHT NOW for god sake! Too lazy to do so. I need something to push me but what? I don't even have a specific title yet. I am so dead.<br />
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I need to be able to know what am I going to research about and only then I can pick my supervisor. But, no title, no supervisor lah of course. Dah la tak banyak lecturer yang available untuk jadi supervisor, considering the number of other students lagi who will be taking their thesis subject with me. Can I quit? No, no, no. I can't talk shit like this.<br />
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I am just gonna chill for a few days then I will think about this again.<br />
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Au revoir~<br />
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Salam.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-51003173171217201842016-07-12T15:19:00.000+08:002016-08-26T13:43:58.436+08:00LovelyRaya celebration! <br />
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So, how was your Raya this year? Good? I hope everything went well for all of you.<br />
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As for me, it was better than I expected. Alhamdulillah. The people, the food, the ambience, the house and everything were great. Although, there was some major breakdown half through Raya, but I managed to get over it, luckily.Got two theme this year as I have two family. It was dark blue with my father and purple with my mother. Both are lovely.<br />
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Only bought one black and plain <i>jubah</i> and I just simply changed my <i>tudung</i> to match with the theme. It was less but I feel more. I do not know how to explain it but I feel more if you know what I meant.<br />
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I have regrets. Too many actually. Sometimes I just wish that I can turn back time and change the way I act, or the things I say. I want to live differently. But then again, does changes always meant to be a good thing?<br />
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Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya to those who are celebrating. Taqabalallahu minna wa minkum. <br />
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Salam.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>p/s: can't wait for Ramadhan next year</i></span><br />
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<br />Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-9923328312635488182016-07-03T18:50:00.002+08:002016-08-26T13:43:20.561+08:00PromisePeople and their bullshits.<br />
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Okay, I guess people would leave anyway even though they promise they would be there whenever we need them. At the end of the day, you just have to be strong, keep your head held high and keep moving on on your own. It is you against the world, always.<br />
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Need to learn not to be too dependent on others, not to have expectations, so that I would hurt less. Sometimes you just know when people do not like you. You just notice all those little hints or gestures that show that they are avoiding you. The way they respond to your messages, the time they take to reply to your WhatsApp messages and more. You just know, because you are not that stupid.<br />
I am not that stupid.<br />
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Salam.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1034251349022745608.post-29215348206560958372016-07-02T20:43:00.000+08:002016-08-26T13:44:18.450+08:00SleepyHi! How you guys have been?<br />
Me? Nope, not doing so well lately. I'm scared. Terrified to be honest and I don't exactly know why. Help me. Help.<br />
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Nak mengadu, tak tahu nakmengadu kat sapa. Letih, sangat letih. Rasa nak jerit mintak tolong, tapi sapa ja nak dengaq. Nak buat macam mana ni?<br />
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I feel sleepy like all time. Whenever I feel sad or stressed out, I automatically feel sleepy and nowadays I sleep so frequent I lost track of time. I only woke up to pray and mandi then I sleep again. I don't want to be that kind of person. I wanna be happy.<br />
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Let me be happy, Allah. For once, let me be.<br />
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Salam.Asfi Raihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02695813957934563528noreply@blogger.com0