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Since when is it hard to be loyal and committed? Why even try getting into a relationship if you're not ready or you're looking for a pass time? Why you being so selfish? You want to vibe with someone, then met new people, interact, have a deep conversations, find someone true and if it leads to something more, even better, but if you find someone with all the intentions to grow with you, marry you, be something with you and you still here figuring out shit for yourself then go figure shit out for yourself.</div>
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Only get into a relationship when you 100% willing to give someone the world and ready to receive it back. All these 'break' or 'I don't love you anymore' isn't how things should be. If you truly love someone, you willing to deal with their shit's personality. You don't deserve their best if you can't accept their worst. It's really not fair if you can't give your all to someone who willing to give their all to you. It's not fair when you promised you will stay no matter what happened, but the truth you gave up when things getting worst. It's really not fair. Not fair at all. Jahat tahu jahat! Jahat sangat sangat.</div>
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-14401773091705014912016-02-28T19:06:00.001+08:002016-02-28T19:06:00.488+08:00I'm lost,<div>There are some things about myself that I cant explain to anyone. There are some things that even myself don't understand at all. Sometimes I can't tell what I think about things or what I'm after. I also didn't know my own strengths and what I'm supposed to do about them. But of I start thinking about all these things in too much, whole these thing gets scary. It's look like I'm a little bit lost now. Sigh. So I think I'm not such a wonderful human being.</div><div><br></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-88252060688499651352016-02-23T20:53:00.001+08:002016-02-23T20:53:10.132+08:00<div>What I truly learned most of all is, live and love everyday like it's your last. Because, one day, it will be. Take chances, and go live life. Tell the ones you love, that you love them. If you like someone, just say it. Tell her/him. Don't wait, or else you will watch someone else do that. And you will regret it everyday. Don't take any moment for granted. Life is worth living.</div><div><br></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-68697280589060873432016-02-23T02:11:00.002+08:002016-02-23T21:01:50.881+08:00Khalyza's Stories,<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Yes, this is I am. This the truth about me. My childhood was not happy like all of you. You don't know how it feels when everyone look at you and laugh. You don't know how it feels when people always ignore you because you are not pretty and fat. No one ever noticed me. All the girls don't want to be friend with me, just a few boys want to be friend with me, but still sometimes they will make fun about my physical. It's truly hurt actually, but I don't cry in front them, I cry silently. And that made me feels pathetic!<br>
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You don't know how it feels when there's no jeans fit to you. You don't know how it feels you can't participate all sports activities at your school. You don't know how it feels when you walk in front bunch of people, and they laugh when they stared at you. You don't know how it feels when you have to pretend everything is okay in front your parents, but actually you are not because you don't want them to be worried. You don't know how it feels when you don't have any confidence with yourself since you was a kid. And until now, I'm still not confident with myself. Pathetic right?<br>
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My high school is just same with my primary school. But lucky me, in high school, I've become friend with 'budak-budak agak popular' but still I've become their shadows. And still sometimes my own friend like to make fun about my body, my weight, my face, my skin.<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is why I don't have many friends since my primary school.</span> <br>
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You don't now how it feels when people always compared your own sister with you. Ohh myn, kurusnya. Ika bila nak jadi macam myn? Ohh myn cantiknya kulit, tak ada jerawat. Ika kenapa ni byk jerawat, kulit tak macam kakak lah. Ohh myn makin cantiklah sekarang, ika nnt tak lama jadi macam kakak lah pulak. Myn pakai apa pun nampak cantik, ayu je. Ika jgn pakai lah nmpk sendat, ketat and blah blah blah! Fuck, this things yes this things is fucking hurt me so fucking much. Yes, I know my sister is so pretty, I get it. I'm happy for her, I'm proud to have a pretty sister, but please please you don't have to compare me with her. I'm not her, I'm not Khalyza Shazmeen, I am Khalyza Shafiqa. I don't want to be like her, I want to be me. I want people accept me the way I am without any comparison. Can't you just love me the way I am?<br>
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I think people don't have right to judge me for what I have done to myself. People don't have right to say anything for what I've become now. I've been hurt so much,since a was a little kid until now. You don't know how it feels to be like me. People used me, hurt me, laugh at me, judge me. They judge me based on what they've see, they don't even try to know me as I am. <br>
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That's way, I keep pushed away people. I don't want to hurt them, but I afraid they will hurt me. So I decide to hurt them, and at the same time I'm hurting myself too. Yes, I might look okay, but deep inside all this shit slowly,deeply killing me. This is why I've trust issues, I don't trust my own self. I don't trust when someone said I'm pretty or said I love you. It's not your fault, it's mine. It's hard for me, and I don't think any of you will understand how it's feels to be NUR KHALYZA SHAFIQA BINTI MOHD KHALID.<br>
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I'm not asking for anyone sympathy, or try to force any of you to try to know me and accept me. No, I don't want that. I just want you to stop judging me. Stop acting like you know everything about me. Stop acting like you are the only one who get hurt, and I'm not. I've been hurt a long time ago and you can't even imagine how terribly broken I am, inside.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-33718326642663204702016-02-18T20:00:00.000+08:002016-02-18T20:00:02.166+08:00Dear God,<br />
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Ya Allah ya tuhanku, aku mengerti bahawasanya Engkau maha mengatahui segalanya-Nya. Aku bersyukur atas segala nikmat yang telah Kau beri padaku. Aku redha dengan segala ujian yang Kau telah tetapkan untukku. Kau kuatkanlah aku untuk harungi segalanya ujian yang telah Kau tetap. Aku tahu aku tidak layak untuk meminta apa pun dari-Mu, tapi aku hamba-Mu yang lemah lagi hina, Kau tiupkanlah sedikit kekuatan kepadaku untuk menghadapi semua ini Ya Allah. Aku lemah Ya Allah. Sesungguhnya aku masih menyayangi dia Ya Allah. Jika dia bukanlah jodoh yang terbaik untuk ku, aku redha ya Allah. Kau hilangkanlah perasaan kasih ini Ya Allah, Kau hilangkanlah rasa mengharap ini Ya Allah, sesungguhnya dia tidak lagi memerlukan diri ini Ya Allah. Aku redha atas segala yang Kau telah tetapkan bagiku Ya Allah. Aku mengerti semua yang terjadi pasti ada hikmah yang terbaik untukku. Aku mengerti Kau telah tetapkan jalan yang terbaik untukku. Sesungguhnya perancangan-Mu lebih baik daripada perancangan ku. Bimbinglah aku ke jalan itu Ya Allah. Bantulah aku Ya Allah. Sesungguhnya pada Mu aku bermohon, sesungguhnya pada Mu aku mengadu, sesungguhnya Kau Maha mendengar lagi Maha mengasihani. Aamiin</div>
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I've been messed with, let down, being hurt, frustrated and played too many times. I wonder what people think of me too much or I'm way too judgmental. My heart is big, but I have my selfish moment. Being let down too many time, don't you think I deserved to be selfish sometimes? I don't want to be a stone cold selfish girl, but people keep hurting me. My heart being hurt too much until I can't handle it. </div>
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Yes I love to be in a big group, but I also love to be alone. Every my favorite songs has a special memory or a regret behind it. Actually I don't like going through old picture because I miss what things used to be. There are so many people come and go in my life. I've lost many friends that I love. I also lost someone that I love the most. We've become strangers. And all this shit hurts me a lot.</div>
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I tend to overthink things and trust way too many people even they don't deserve my trust. I wish they would just disappear, I wish my the hurt that they gave me would disappear just like them. I've learned not to cry very, but when I do, I can't even stop. The truth is I hate the word goodbye and I wish it didn't exist. I hate liars, but sometimes I lie to myself. I hate broken promises, because it broke my heart too. </div>
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I have many hidden secrets that I can't tell anyone even my own sister. Sometimes I wish that secret didn't exist. I've lack of self confidence, I'm too clumsy and I don't even trust myself either. I'm still finding things out about myself. I faced so many things since I was a kid, so please don't be quick to judge. Please, get to know me first before you want to judge. Because until today, there's no one really really know me inside and outside.</div>
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I've realize that you can never fully make people like you, or accept you for who you are. People will rate you, shake you, brake you, but how strong you stand is what makes you. Some don't even bother trying to, some don't even want to get to know you, some just saying they want to try to know you but actually they didn't, some just like to judge you even they didn't know you or understand you, for the interior rather than the outer parts that you show.</div>
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Being different isn't a bad thing. It means you're brave enough to be yourself. You cannot be all things to all people, don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself to others. Someone will always be prettier than you, someone will always be smarter than you, someone will always be lucky than you, someone will always richer than you, but will never be you. Always remember, no one is useless in this world, God created us differently but with one spirit. So we, yes all of us need each others to build a strong world.</div>
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You need to stop letting yourself get so caught up in wanting so badly, to impress people who don't deserve your best. There will always be some people who are too blind to see you for what you are. Too blind to see how special you are. Too blind to see how different you are from others. In the end, it doesn't matter because no one deserve having people in life, who can't see you for more than what you choose to show.</div>
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Since high school I don't have many friends. Since form 1 I've certain people that I really2 rapat which is my own sister myn,eydy(hidayah),mushu,tikaa(atika a'zam),qaqa. Yes kitaorang sangat rapat until habis zaman sekolah( but still keep in touch till now). So start from here I will tell you, kenapa dunia ni betul2 kecik.</div>
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Yes, I sangat2 tak reti berkawan but tikaa,qaqa, and mushu was like ramai gilaaaa kawan. Sana sini situ semua kawan. So I start with Mikael( he was anak khatijah tan), kitaorang sekelas and being friend since form 1 until form 5. After that he try to keeping in touch, but Idk why, maybe I'm too busy with my life so I tak berapa nak layan(kalau tak mesti iolss dah jadi retiss haha). Secondly, I being friend with shims( dia adik jovian mendagie). She's also try to keeping in touch, but im to busy with my kuantan life lols. And I have a few friend which is yazmyra, haziq, and blah blah blah.</div>
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Part one:After spm, yazmyra and I continue our study at shahputra,kuantan. Okay dekat situ weols kenal intan, iqah, shaer dan lain-lain. But after one month iqah and yazmyra quit shahputra and masuk uitm lendu(and supposedly I'm the first one yg ptut msuk lendu but I tolak). And rupanya tikaa and reput(safril)( he was my ex-boyfriend friend and also my friend) pun dpt dekat lendu. And entah macam mana one day, tikaa called me and dia ckp dia kenal reput and dpt tau both kenal i. Iqah ada sorang kawan which is aswad( was my on-off friend) and ghupanya all of them, yes all of them satu course. And they knew each other. Kecikkan dunia?</div>
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Part 2: Back to kuantan, my sister myn have friend which is layla( her schoolmate, study dekat kuantan, same college but different place), onie and qila( que tajuddin). So layla ada sorang housemate name kak sha and kak sha have one little sister study same college with me which is iefa and di pendekkan cerita rupanya iefa kawan baik dengan shaer. And start dari situ kami semua berkawan rapat. Rupanya haziq my classmates dekat skolah pun study dekat kuantan and his college depan my college. Haha! Pendekkan cerita, onie kawan dengan fitri, and kenalkan dekat me and my sister. So start dari situ fitri and I rapat and rupanya fitri is iqah ex-boyfie(idk actually until intan tell me), but iqah said it's okay, she's don't mind. Nak jadikan cerita rupanya fitri and muzani( he was qila boyfriend at that time) kawan and satu class. And one more thing fitri also kawan since sekolah rendah with faizal( intan's boyfriend). </div>
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Part4: Intan rupanya kawan sekolah with alip(qaqa boyfriend) and she also friend with ell (mushu husband). And dorang semua dapat tau when they come to my open house and meet each other. And lagi satuu, sgt kebetulan sungguh my graduation day sama dengan fitri's wife(because fitri terjumpa my family 3x, but ktorg tak terserempak langsung). Lagi satu I've also met Aman(my ex-boyfriend time sekolah),rupanya dia starbucks manager bukan dekat my store( I work as part time barista,and baruu je transfer dekat store baruu)but we in the same district, so dia datang melawat and walaaaaa what a surprise right? And the latest coincidence is qaqa friend with qila(we've lost contact after dia kena buang college) and qila husband(idk his name) kenal dengan iefa.</div>
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Yeayyy our mushu already become someone wife. Alhamdulillah, everything berjalan dengan lancar. And ramaiii sgt yang datang. Mushu is so pretty on her nikah day and ell her husband is so smart! Yes, I'm happy for both of them. I would like to wish them selamat pengantin baru, I'll pray the best for both of you. Semoga kekal till jannah. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee buat baby cepat2, can't wait to see mushu and ell's junior. Nanti ter-pregnant pulakkan time sanding bulan april, mesti omeyyyyy! Once again congratulations to both of you. Muahhhhh bebanyakkkkk!<br />
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To mushu, be a good wife. I know you will. Tak boleh marah2 dah, tak boleh garang-garang dah. After this tak boleh tidur sesama dah. Sedih! I love you, you know that right? And to ell, please be a good husband. Please take care our mushukk. Okies? :)<br />
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<br />Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-379472213001972792016-02-07T01:07:00.000+08:002016-02-07T01:07:29.531+08:00Khalyza oh Khalyza, you can do it babyyy. Yes you can do it. Lagi sikit je pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Tak dapat kurang banyak, sikit pun jadilah. Please at least ye, saya ulang AT LEAST, minimum please turun 6kg before raya. Tak dapat 10kg, 6kg pun jadilah! Kalau terpaksa makan sekali sehari pun, hadap jelah faham?<br />
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Please lah sekali sekala usaha jadi cantik, apa salahnya ye dakk?Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-51012172410138067312016-02-07T01:05:00.000+08:002016-02-07T01:05:02.784+08:00<br />
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-37032205125806870862016-02-01T23:43:00.001+08:002016-02-02T00:24:10.594+08:00We're not meant to be,<div>Today I realized something. Something yang I've keep thinking since 3 years ago. WHY?</div><div><br></div><div>Yes, suddenly I've been thinking about fitri. I've met him 5 years ago, at that time I study dekat kuantan. He's purely kuantanese, and actually we study in the same college, but as usual I'm so anti-social. So I tak pernah rasa kewujudan dia haha! So pendekkan cerita, fitri kawan dengan my sister and her friend. So one day dorang lepak, I ikut masa tu lah ktorg kenal. We start as a friend, and I don't know macam mana kitaorang boleh terlebih rapat berbanding dengan yang lain.</div><div><br></div><div>So after a couple month being such a good friend, and finally one day he didn't asked me to be his girlfriend, but dia just cakap ' you're mine'. So since that masing2 tau lah status masing-masing. We've been together for 2 years, we've meet each other family, bukan setakat family sampai ke atok nenek masing2 dah jumpa. Fitri also bawak I balik Kelantan to meet his grandmother. And we're totally happy at that time.</div><div><br></div><div>Everything's changed after he continue his degree at Shah Alam. At first semuanya just fine, fitri akan balik kuantan every week sebab masa tu I still study dekat kuantan. And after I quit my study, balik kl, kerja dekat kl before sambung belajar dekat tempat lain, time tu lah sikit2 fitri berubah. Gaduh, tu benda yang sangat biasa. Pasal benda kecik je pun, pasal tak ada kena mengena pun ada jugak. So finally, 7 Dec 2013 he text me ntk wish my birthday, so I called him after read his text and he didn't pick up. And dia pun hilang macam tu bersama labi-labinya haha!</div><div><br></div><div>End up, after a week dia senyap gitu I dapat tau he already find someone else. Wtf? Dia pilih someone yang maybe baru kenal tak sampai sebulan padehal I dengan dia dah 2 tahun. And the most important part is, now they already married. Nahhh it doesn't hurt me anymore, but I keep thinking kiranya 3 tahun lepas wife dia perampas lah kan? Am I right? I tak rasa dorang baru kenal, tak kan baru kenal seminggu terus couple ye dak? So surely, masa I still in relationships with fitri dorang ada keluar senyap2 kan? And kiranya 3 tahun lepas fitri adalah penipu pencurang yang berjaya sebab dia berjaya simpan salah dia and buat semua yang jadi ni macam salah I. Cantik permainan dia!</div><div><br></div><div>The point is, I bukan nak ungkit salah dua orang ni dekat I. But nampak tak, tak semestinya kita kenal, kawan, bercinta bagai nak rak, bercinta bertahun2 will end up dia adalah jodoh kita. And tak semestinya kita baru kenal orang tu, baru jumpa, baru sangat sangat sangat dia bukan jodoh kita. Take it in positive ways, if dia bukan jodoh kita, Allah akan hantarkan someone yang lebih baik dari dia untuk kita. So bukak hati, bukak mata, tengok sekeliling, move on! Tapi kalau dia jodoh kita, kita berpisah macam mana pun, Allah akan temukan kita balik. So you've got nothing to lose. Allah knows what the best for us, kita tak nampak sekarang. One day, kita nampak masa tulah kita bersyukur tak terkata.</div><div><br></div><div>So the conclusion is, I tak dendam pun dengan fitri and his wife. I will pray the best for both of them. Dah kahwin dah pun, nak dendam apa lagi kan? Dah itu yang tertulis for both of us. Terima and redha lah. At least now I've already know that he never meant to be with me. He's not my jodoh. He already found his own jodoh. Even I still tak jumpa jodoh I,I'm glad for what happened 3 years ago even it takes 2 years for me to totally move on and terima kasih fit,sebab tinggalkan saya dulu:)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpmq6FZu7E45lQ_Ecu2VgleBWaXb5XAsztcSSFbQNkrKQsMJNzQrmtcdk2K0jBA4Y6dz-TYjTOWIYNjMCa2KcBoYKSMgl1MpIezvVm188z9eMZ4xP0Rgxr-OQ1H9BI5ts6p3KE_SEtBls/s640/blogger-image-1374270938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpmq6FZu7E45lQ_Ecu2VgleBWaXb5XAsztcSSFbQNkrKQsMJNzQrmtcdk2K0jBA4Y6dz-TYjTOWIYNjMCa2KcBoYKSMgl1MpIezvVm188z9eMZ4xP0Rgxr-OQ1H9BI5ts6p3KE_SEtBls/s640/blogger-image-1374270938.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-45289313033510653412016-02-01T00:29:00.002+08:002016-02-01T00:29:48.026+08:00Don't Quit<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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My little mushu is going to be someone wife next week. Alhamdulillah, jodoh you paling sampai awal antara kita 4 empat orang. We knew each other since our high school. At that time I was 13 and she's 15. Her sister, Eydy is my classmate and my best friend. So memandangkan mushu and my sister myn sebaya and satu sekolah, me and eydy kenalkan mereka berdua and tup tupp dorang pun jadi best friend. So since high school we've become bff until now, it's already 11 years and still counting. Mushu lah paling kecik since sekolah badan dia gitu je, kalau lepak macam gajah duduk sebelah ranting hahahaha. Dia lah yang paling garang, she's the most wild wild one, yang paling banyak mulut, paling kecoh, paling banyak makan dia lah. She's caring and even dia ada sangat ramai kawan, but she's never forget ours friendship.</div>
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There's so many things yang kita buat sama2. Kitaaa pegi gig sama2, overnight dekat bukit bintang, tindik hidung sama-sama time form 3, you dengan i perokok paling tegar memandangkan myn and eydy is not smoking ( but I've already quit smoking,but she's not hahahaha), tindik lidah bersama,ponteng sekolah semata nak pergi cc nak online myspace haha! Too many memories sampai tak mampu nak taip. Haha!</div>
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There are so many memories that we've shared together. We laughed at the randomest things. She know my ugliest side. Even though we disagree sometimes, we never fight. They always been there by my side. Thank you for our friendship. Thank you for being such a good friend since zaman leher tenggelam, badan bentuk petak until now dah nampak lah sikit leher tu hahaha! I will always pray for your happiness. I love you and you will always be my kakak mushukk forever and ever. Thank you for asking me to be your bridesmaids, it's meant a lot to me. </div>
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<br />Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-64625487862099242132016-01-28T09:32:00.001+08:002016-01-29T05:58:51.629+08:00Stupid khalyza,What have you done khalyza? Are you lost your mind? This is totally not you. You tak pernah seberani macam tu, you tak pernah senekad tu tahu! Kenapa jadi macam ni khalyza? Ingat ni drama2 melayu ke macam mana? No it's not! This is your life tahu. Benda ni you akan ingat for the rest of your life. Allah, malu nyaaa khalyza perangai gini. Apa jelah alasan jadi sampai macam ni sekali? Takkan nak cakap bawah pengaruh ubat batuk? Takpun salah hantar whatsapp? Tapi ada sebut nama dia pulak. Takpun tengah berlatih script sebab nak pergi casting? Lagilah merepek. Takpun takpun takpun, damn I don't have any excuse.<br />
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Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12021057329314481166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4149809251254558947.post-91285328174310192322016-01-24T20:30:00.000+08:002016-01-24T20:30:23.228+08:00Dear Khalyza,Dear self,<br />
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Stop being unhappy with yourself. Stop blaming yourselves on what have happened, even deep inside you know it's not 100% your fault. Stop wishing to be someone else. Stop hating your life because of some people don't know how to appreciate you. Stop hating your body, stop hating your skin, stop hating your own personality. <br />
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Stop comparing yourself with anyone else. Stop comparing your life with their life. Stop comparing your body with other girls. Never compare yourselves with others people. You are amazing just the way you are. Be proud with what you have, be proud with yourself. Be proud with your personality, your flaws, your good side, your imperfections, your soul, your life.<br />
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You should love yourself, you should appreciate your life even it's not perfect like a fairytale. You should be thankful with everything you have now. You have your parent that love you unconditionally, you have your sister that always been there for you, you have your family that always support you no matter what, you have your bestie that always makes you happy. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But then I remember all the things I don't miss at all. I don't miss feeling sad all day when I didn't receive a single text. I don't miss all the fights and being ignored by the person I loved. I don't miss feeling like I barely mattered when you were the only thing that began to matter. I don't miss the feeling when I cried just because want you to show some effort to save our relationship. I don't miss the feeling when I realized, I'm slowly losing you. I don't miss the feeling when you've changed become someone that you've promise you won't be.</span></div>
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A very happy new year to those who know me and those who don't, those who hate me and those who don't, and those who love me and those who don't. I hope you forget all your worst past memories as it is your last and have a new beginning with a little hope to have a happy journey and create a new memories.<br />
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Another fresh new year is here. Another year to live. To banish worry, doubt, and fear. To love and be loved, to laugh and give. I have another opportunity once more to right some wrongs, to pray for peace, to try a new things, to give my best for everythings I want to do.<br />
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Don't worry if you've made mistake. Because if you're making mistake, then you're making a new things, trying a new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, being a strong person you ever be, changing youself, changing your world. Make a new mistakes, make glorious amazing mistake and learn from it. Don't worry if isn't good enough or it isn't perfect.<br />
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Sometimes it feels like there are so many things in this world that we can't control. Earthquake, floods, our reality life, people who come and go. But it's important to remember the things that we can control which is like forgiveness, a second chances, or a fresh starts. Because the one thing that changes the world to a beautiful place is love. Love everyone around you, love everything that you do know, love all your memories. Love, in any of its forms.<br />
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Fill your life with happiness and bright cheeer. Fill your life with love, joy and prosperity. Learn to give yourself chances to be someone better and give yourself chances to being happy with everything you had. Have a blast year everyone.<br />
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Nur Khalyza Shafiqa binti Mohd Khalid<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I think there are certain people you will meet in your life who you just connect with more than anyone else. How you want to know? You just know it, you will know that feeling when you meet your soulmate. You just know it isn't a typical thing and you understand each other perfectly. And this person won't always be your significant other. I mean it could be your friend or your sibling or parent or your lecturer or the person you're dating or whoever. It could be just about anyone you've ever interacted with</span>.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's really make me sad. Anugerah tempat aku ceritakan semua rahsia aku. Anugerah tempat aku luahkan perasaan. Anugerah tempat aku cerita benda sedih yang jadi. Anugerah tempat aku ceritakan masalah. Anugerah always been there for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Anugerah please, kita janji kita beli makanan kegemaran anugerah lepas ni. Kita tak beli yg anugerah tak suka tu dah. Anugerah nak makanan dalam tin kan? Okay lepas ni kita makan makanan dlm tin tu, kita tak beli makanan bijik-bijik tu dah. Anugerah baliklah. Janganlah main jauh-jauh lagi. Kita rindu! Anugerah kan selalu balik lepas jalan-jalan. Kita janji tak marah. Kita janji lepas ni kita selalu mandikan anugerah. Kita nak buang taik mata sapa lagi lepas ni T.T</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Anugerah, where ever you're please please please take care. Jangan gaduh dengan kucing lain tau. Anugerah kan goodboy. Lepas jalan-jalan jauh tu balik tau. Kita tunggu, kita dah siapkan makanan anugerah dah. Satu tin, nnt sapa nak makan kan? Anugerah balik tau. Kita janji tak marah, selama ni pun kita tak pernah marah anugerah kan? Kita tak kan marah kali ni jugak. Kita janji </span></div>
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