tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31338879443045580252024-03-06T05:19:18.712+08:00contemplating lifethis is izzy ismailIzzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-73302058974094806542015-04-13T23:15:00.000+08:002015-04-13T23:15:47.940+08:00Unsent letter...Dear Farizul,<br />
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Some time this month, 2 years ago, was the day I first chatted with you. From the moment we started talking, I knew I wanted you around. And after seeing you that very first night in the airport, I already knew I wanted you around forever. Two months it took for us to learn about each other from a distance. And two days together. That’s all it took. Two days for me to fall in love with you, to give myself to you. Now, we are forever apart. But what’s forever apart after 6 months being together like that – 6 months of kindness and purity, of believing in hopes and having faith in building dreams together. Just 6 months with you and I am severely affected by you quitting and chickening out. You made me a promise. A pinky promise. A promise I knew you would keep. But boy was I wrong. Everything I thought I knew were beautiful and true, turned out fake. Lies.<br />
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You left so suddenly. You didn’t call or message. Knowing that any communication with me at that time would have changed your mind. You’re a coward. And so full of yourself. You thought so little of the relationship that you couldn’t even call to explain yourself. You thought so little of me that its so easy for you to come in and walk out just like that. You thought so little of me like I am nothing, just a piece of meat that you break and then dispose of. You broke me. I gave out every truth and purity. And you were supposed to be my last, to be the one that is going to stay no matter what comes. But you broke yourself, you broke your own promises, and you broke me.<br />
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“Love is an outpouring of everything goodness in you – of kindness and consideration, respect and calmness”. I have lost all that with you. I could not be kind to you and I was not calm. How could I respect you then? I guess you are right. We have lost the love. The love has died. What we had was magic and could have been truly beautiful. But you got selfish and impatient. You’re disrespectful, bitter, cruel, and inconsiderate. You’re childish and heartless. For the sake of Allah, I pray that you get out of this hole you dug 6 feet under.<br />
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Two years it has been since we first talked. Two days to fall in love. And two heartbreaking moments. That's all it took. Now, this is just another tragedy. A sweet calamity. You decided to leave. You decided to screw up. I should not be the one stuck in this unfortunate event. If, in how ever circumstance, that you are reading this. I just want you to know, Thank You for leaving me. For if it weren’t for you, I would not have understood the purpose of Life and the beauty of understanding It.<br />
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Yours truly.<br />
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Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-27603153296533196772015-04-09T11:36:00.000+08:002015-04-09T11:36:57.890+08:00Another Irony<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So its been 1 year. Or so.. Since I last came in here to post up shit stuffs. Yup, shitty worldly lame stuff. But glad I have abandoned this while still have the opportunity to come back and reflect on shitty things. Its ironic, really. How this life is. But, carpe diem! Teddy was awesome! <i>Hush now. Like autumn leaves. Float down. Like 747 </i></div>
Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-14075216388564804142014-03-17T20:59:00.001+08:002014-03-17T20:59:40.653+08:00How ironic...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Today, exactly a year ago, I received the same kind of treatment from this same kind of species, called Men. The only difference now is that I realized, this time around, I will not allow anybody taking advantage of me.</div>
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Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-70680785757903022572014-03-09T21:00:00.000+08:002014-03-09T21:00:19.277+08:00Pinky promises, are you still in?<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Dear sayang,</b></span><br />
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What happen to us? I feel like we have lost touch of each other completely. I feel so lost and clueless. I'm sorry if there's anything that slipped my tongue which hurts you. I'm sorry if I did something that hurts you. But I seriously need clarification for this act of yours towards me. Things have become worse right now. I can't cope with them myself. We don't talk to each other like this. We don't lie and we don't hide from each other. That's always been our stand. To trust and to be trusted. There's something in my heart that is not calm. There's something that has been eating my happiness away. Something stealing my focus and drive to wake up everyday. I feel so lifeless. I have been struggling to earn your love. I didn't realize that I can't force it from you. Please understand that I never want this to happen. I hope and pray that one day we could love each other better.</b></span><br />
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Ive been keeping my hands and mind idle for a very long time. I lost track of myself and my sense of perspective. I forgot how to smile, laugh and be the best version of myself. Or at least try to be the best and be happy doing so the same time. All because I let the Devil took over me and my whole life. I hurt and frustrate people around me. I chase them out. And I even scare some of them away. </div>
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But when one weight been lifted, I remembered to take a step back. I can take everything into perspective. And I could finally see everything that was once blinded by the Devil's visions. I realized that I have been missing out on a lot in life. <span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">And I am grateful for those who stayed and held my hands stronger than ever. </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a Lego house. If
things go wrong we can knock it down. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">My three words have
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It's dark in a
cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I'm out of touch. I'm out of love. I'll pick you up
when you're getting down. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">And out of all these
things I've done, I think I love you better now. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I'm out of sight. I'm out of mind. I'll do it all for
you in time. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">And out of all these
things I've done, I think I love you better now.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I'm gonna paint you by numbers and color you in. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If things go right,
we can frame it and put you on a wall. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">And it's so hard to say it but I've been here before. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Now I'll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Don't hold me down. I think my braces are breaking,
and it's more than I can take. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">And it's dark in a
cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I'm out of touch. I'm out of love. I'll pick you up
when you're getting down. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">And out of all these
things I've done I think I love you better now. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">I'm out of sight. I'm out of mind. I'll do it all for
you in time. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">And out of all these
things I've done I will love you better now.</span></i></div>
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It has been, by far, the weirdest 2 months struggle of my
life. I know I am nowhere near good right now. But I accept all the challenges that comes and the criticisms around. It's only a process of struggling with shits through time that I will eventually be good. And I am happy, glad and proud to be going through this. Because I know,
I’m just gonna come back stronger than ever. Thank you for all the shits you put me through. </div>
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Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-27368743935266799082013-10-29T00:53:00.000+08:002013-10-29T13:01:17.623+08:00No poetic letter. <div class="MsoNormal">
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An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are
so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful
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I knew the day would come when he had to leave. <i>Again.</i> Leave again for work in the
middle of the deep-sea, seafaring through rough swells. And I am well aware
that when this day comes, I have no choice except to put on my brave and strong
self. But to no avail, I fell short. Short and disparaging to a point where I
had to sigh and cry those three letter words to myself, <i>I love you; I miss you,</i> wishing that you would hear those cries. I
don’t like that we are 1179 miles apart. I don’t like the brief 5 minutes call
from the vague noisy satellite phone call. I don’t like looking through all our
photos before sleep. And I certainly don’t like not having you by my side.</div>
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Nonetheless, I am delighted with the fact that we are still
in similar time zones. I am excited to see your name appearing on my caller id every
time my phone rings even if it’s just once in 2 days. I am captivated by your
smile in all of the photos we shared. And even though you are not around, knowing
that we are still in each others’ hearts gives me the warmth and calamity I
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Tonight, I don’t wish to be poetic. I just wanna let these
sighs and cries pass over without any music at all and to let you know that I
have been happy despite them all. </div>
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And by them all, I refer to our long distance, our brief phone
conversations, and the fact that we get to spend time together only 3 times a year. I
am happy with holding on to the pictures of you, spending quality time through
facetime, seeing you in the tiny screen of my phone, wearing your jerseys and
sweaters whenever I needed your warmth. </div>
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I’m glad to have found you now, rather than before. I may
not have seen all of you but you share with me the best of you and the worst of
you. I have come to learn to appreciate that God puts us in situations so that
we can become who we are now in each others’ lives. I came into your life at
the right time, with the right reasons, and the right feelings. Even though we're so different, I have always believed that you are the yin to my yang. And I am so
glad to have you in my life now, and hopefully in years to come. I promised to
love you through thick and thin. Thank you for coming into my life and making
it a better place to live in. </div>
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And know that I have nothing else I look forward to but your
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Truth is we can never come up with any list of our <i>pinky promises</i> because we are living it, sayang. Trust me. We are living it as we speak, blog, chat, read, sleep, eat, run, stare, cry, laugh, fight, kiss, hug, walk, fly, swim, work, rest and everything else in between. </div>
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Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-13017993497541462702013-07-27T18:39:00.000+08:002013-07-30T01:43:44.763+08:00Homesick... for your home.Friday. It was not a typical good night for me. As of post Iftar with family at home, I went up straight to bed. It wasn’t a tiring day but it felt as if I have not slept for days. I slept through the night without bothering to bring my phone along. I don’t have that sense of need to be dragging and carrying it anywhere I go these past few days. It was a short 2 hours sleep but I felt like I had a 2 nights sleep. The moment I woke up, it was already 11.30pm. And I suddenly felt the urgency to rush and search for my phone. I went downstairs looking for it and the battery was drained, so I charged it. To my surprise, I received 4 miscalls from a long unknown number. I googled the code number and found out it was from a satellite phone call from a ship to shore. Heart was devastated to know that I failed to notice all the calls.<br />
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I miss you. I miss you like crazy. I can’t talk about it to anybody. I can’t be showing my emotions. I can’t be telling people how difficult it is for me. It sucks. They all suck. I feel like I’m all alone on my own and have no one to hold on to.<br />
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This time around, it’s the first time you went off shore since we first last met. It feels so different. It feels so difficult too. No words can really describe this now. No one can really understand what I’m going through now. And I’m writing here because it’s worth sharing to you the things that I have to go through, the feelings I felt when you weren’t around. This tingling feeling at the back of my throat, this tears trickling down my cheeks, this runny nose that keeps me breathless, they’re worth all. So long as I can hear your voice for 2 minutes and hear you laugh and giggle, while you hear my sobbing happy voice.<br />
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Sayang, I’m surrounded by family and friends and so many other things to do, and so many places to go. For you to have to stay at one place, doing the same thing, seeing the same people, eating the same thing, for days weeks and months, I can only have so much respect towards you. I could not imagine myself going through that. I’d be crazy. So I thank you for all the patience, and strength and sanity to go through this, all for our pinky promises. I will do so much to make all of this work.<br />
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Because in the end, you love me. And I love you. And you’re worth all the waits and sacrifices.Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-34894647580966032172013-07-02T15:34:00.000+08:002013-07-03T11:48:05.693+08:00I do... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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It may sound cliché' but this feels like being in love. It really does. It is not just a loophole or an escape. It is not just an idea of falling in love. Instead, it is the settling down. It is the assurance and the commitment. It is the safety you're giving. It is being your lady. And yes, I want it from you. Just you. </div>
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“Love is a grave mental disease.” At least that’s how Plato
put it. And while anyone who’s ever been ‘in love’ might see some truth to this
statement, there is a critical mistake made here. Love is not a mental disease.
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If being ‘in love’ means our lives are in pieces and we are
completely broken, miserable, utterly consumed, hardly able to function, and
willing to sacrifice everything, chances are it’s not love. Despite what we are
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And so, contrary to what we’ve grown up watching in movies,
that type of all-consuming obsession is not love. It goes by a different name.
It is hawa—the word used in the Quran to refer to one’s lower, vain desires and
lusts. Allah describes the people who blindly follow these desires as those who
are most astray: “But if they answer you not, then know that they only follow
their own lusts (hawa). And who is more astray than the one who follows his own
lusts, without guidance from Allah?” (28: 50)</div>
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Allah, we are choosing to worship those desires. When our love for what we
crave is stronger than our love for Allah, we have taken that which we crave as
a lord. Allah says: “Yet there are men who take (for worship) others besides
Allah, as equal (with Allah): They love them as they should love Allah. But
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family, our dignity, our self-respect, our bodies, our sanity, our peace of
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Of such a person Allah says: “Do you see such a one as takes
his own vain desires (hawa) as his lord? Allah has, knowing (him as such), left
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Imagine the severity. To have one’s sight, hearing and heart
all sealed. Hawa is not pleasure. It is a prison. It is a slavery of the mind,
body and soul. It is an addiction and a worship. Beautiful examples of this
reality can be found throughout literature. In Charles Dickens’ Great
Expectations, Pip exemplifies this point. In describing his obsession with
Estella, he says: “I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I
loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against
happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”</div>
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utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole
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not real love. It is hawa. Real love, as Allah intended it, is not a sickness
or an addiction. It is affection and mercy. Allah says in His book: “And of His
signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find
tranquility in them; and He placed between you affection and mercy. Indeed in
that are signs for a people who give thought.” (Qur’an 30: 21)</div>
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Real love brings about calm—not inner torment. True love
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“that you may dwell in tranquility.” Hawa is the opposite. Hawa will make you
miserable. And just like a drug, you will crave it always, but never be
satisfied. You will chase it to your own detriment, but never reach it. And
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difficult to see past the illusions and discern love from hawa. One fail-safe
way, is to ask yourself this question: Does getting closer to this person that
I ‘love’ bring me closer to—or farther from—Allah? In a sense, has this person
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one’s love for Allah. It should strengthen it. That is why true love is only
possible within the boundaries of what Allah has made permissible. Outside of
that, it is nothing more than hawa, to which we either submit or reject. We are
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Only by struggling against false pleasure, can we attain
true pleasure. They are by definition mutually exclusive. For that reason, the
struggle against our desires is a prerequisite for the attainment of paradise.
Allah says: “But as for he who feared the position of his Lord and prevented
the soul from [unlawful] inclination, then indeed, Paradise will be [his]
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">"The best people
possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell
the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them
vulnerable: they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."</i> - Ernest
Hemingway</div>
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I have heard and seen so many beautiful love stories,
realities and fantasies altogether, about persons who make them feel complete, gives
them so much of themselves, provides them the comfort, security, and merely the
possession of treasured endowment of love. But that was never my story. I was
always entangled in their verdicts. They put me in their sealed traps and dragged
me further down into their faux pass. Torturing me so. Asphyxiated in my own blunder,
I knew I need to crawl out of this egoistical world. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A
loophole is all I need.</i></div>
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It’s amusing and a blessing that I found you in my times of misery.
After all the heartwarming, revealing and insightful conversations we had, I
found a soft spot for you. Never have I thought that this would bring me so
much joy, comfort and nearly the possession of love - at least at this moment
right now. I appreciate all your naked truths, even though there were some obvious
offensive nuisances. This weak heart of mine is gathering all the courage to take
the risk of accepting your nuisance. In hopes that this approval of offends will
help you cringe back to the righteous path. I want to believe that these won’t
only help you, but me as well, especially in making wise choices and sacrifices.
It’s no denying that I have spent countless hours doubting – Is this what I want?
Am I prepared? It’s a scary thing and truth be told, there was a never a day
that I don’t feel scared about it. But then again, I remember how our dreams
collide, those perfect dreams that you and I are willing to strive. It only makes
me want to devote myself.</div>
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What I am trying to say is, you gave me the loophole to all
my miseries and predicament in the strangest time. I don’t understand your
purposes, and I don’t ever need to know them. All that matter is that I am glad fate brought me to you. <i>You are my loophole, you are all I need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></i></div>
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So yes, a heart is not a brain. And sometimes, fate and dreams
can collide.</div>
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Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-17145310389528068292013-05-11T16:17:00.000+08:002013-05-19T23:14:49.933+08:00a rope worth holding...<br />
He never just had a part of me, he had all of me. I wrapped myself up in his being and it wasn’t surprising when he did the same. Our lives became entwined with a mix of our bests, and our worsts. I’m not scared nor do I feel robbed. I guess I feel a little confused on how something that consuming couldn’t make it to the end.<br />
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Here I am now thinking about what lies ahead. To have my string back from the entwined rope, it just doesn’t seem right. I feel vulnerable and not as strong. What I keep forgetting is that it’s not impossible to entwine myself with another rope. So many people don’t want to change, they want to move on and still be the same person. I’ve felt that way for such a long time. Now I feel like the only answer is forgetting..<br />
<br />
If I was willing to give that much of myself to him at one time, I shouldn’t be selfish enough to ask for it back. And I shouldn’t be shallow enough to expect another girl to love his leftovers. I have to create something for her to love that isn’t marked by his and mine. I don’t need to hate him in the process either. <br />
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This is all ok to feel but theres a day when that strand of rope is knotted and then the new piece forms. Different lengths and different strengths. They're all the same rope. I just need to decide which piece I feel the safest holding when I fall. Right?<br />
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Afterall, thats what I've always wanted. For someone to catch me when i fall... Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-57937065164038826042013-03-17T18:11:00.000+08:002014-03-17T11:28:54.082+08:00Going strong...<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">I’ve just watched a "relationship" that I truly believed was so caring and resilient, crumble in front of my eyes. There was nothing I could do to change the way he felt, I couldn’t change the choice he made. I gave it all I could, but this time it wasn’t enough. It was just over, just like that. Yet knowing these blunt facts, I’m still haunted by the ‘<i>what if’s?</i>’ that expand my doubts. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">Learning to block out these dangerously over-whelming thoughts and replace them with the acceptance that I’m never getting back what I had, hasn’t exactly been the healthiest or easiest journey. Nor has it helped lessened how absolutely drained and heart broken I am after this.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">Good people leave, it happens. I’m learning that it’s not to make us weak but to instead strengthen us. These people walk out on us to allow better people to take their place. To fill in all the gaps the previous person wasn’t able to fill.</span><br />
<br style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;" />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">I don’t know how long it’ll take or how many hits and misses I’ll experience before this better person makes himself apparent, but I do know that when that person comes, I’ll be happy that I made the choice to endure this pain they call ‘moving on’ rather than holding on to the fake hope that the previous person led me to believe that maybe one day we’ll pick up where we left off. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">Last October I had my first thoughts. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">Only now I know how right I was. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">This was , too good to be true.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18.5px;">And I’m glad.</span>Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-63604276983914380862013-03-06T10:29:00.000+08:002013-05-19T23:42:47.152+08:00Heartless.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How do i live now? What do i do if the heart is not there anymore? <br />
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My heart is aching like someone just drilled my sternum and ripped my ribcage apart and crushed my heart.<br />
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Everything is aching now. Like a zombie I will be. Ugly. Starving for another heart. Desperate. <br />
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But soon, the heart will die. And free I will be.<br />
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And when that time comes, like a butterfly I will rise. Beautiful. Elegant. And up high. Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-53957306040120133472013-03-06T01:34:00.000+08:002013-03-05T12:47:16.471+08:00FoodWhen you're happy but lonely, you over eat. When you're lost and depressed, you dont eat anything. <br />
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Thats how I am now. As of for now, 9.26am on a Tuesday of March 5th 2013, its been zero food for 6 days 10 hours 34 minutes and still counting. <br />
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Where does this put me? <br />
Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-65228446950194451102013-03-04T05:41:00.001+08:002013-03-03T15:35:14.312+08:00A reason to hope...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K1sZpmBnJuw" width="459"></iframe><br />
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The heart still burns longing for what the heart cannot desire.Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-7383891177327482692013-02-25T19:14:00.000+08:002013-03-05T19:15:41.847+08:00Kitkat Anyone?Oh BMS BMS BMS... why are you torturing me so.<br />
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But lets not forget what Papa have said.<br />
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"Be not afraid of failure. Life is not about what you cant do. Its about what you still can."Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-87533323980023516242013-01-20T22:06:00.000+08:002013-05-19T23:07:10.177+08:00Oh the sleepless night...<br />
REASONS FOR INTEREST IN THIS COURSE<br />
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I was exposed to orthodontic treatment since at a young age. Before I was orthodontically treated, I was lacking in self confidence and self esteem. I had a malocclusion with severe crowding which made me a social recluse. My orthodontist corrected my smile and I became less timid, more contented and confident. I presume that the feeling of giving people that much impact on improving their quality of life, whereby the ability to improve their self confidence and self esteem is extremely overwhelming, hence, me being in dentistry.<br />
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However, being in the dental world over the years and trained in Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM) under the philosophy of Professor Abdul Rani, a respected oral maxillofacial surgeon in the region and the founder dean, I was exposed to a more challenging and wider scope of dentistry and medicine. I was indulged in more serious matters of health affecting the head and neck region. I learned that there are more concerns regarding the oral cavity, head and neck that a dentist or an oral surgeon can do to help those in need. It is not merely drilling teeth, constructing dentures, and aligning the dentition.<br />
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In addition to that, being attached in the Oral Surgery Department, Sarawak General Hospital which is the hub for Oral Maxillofacial Surgery in Borneo, I was involved with a diversity of experiences that offered a very realistic and in-depth glimpse of life as an oral surgeon. During the short attachment, I had the opportunity to observe and get first-hand training by the oral surgeons in the management of various surgical cases, from biopsies and intermaxillary fixation in trauma cases, to more major surgeries such as segmental mandibulectomy and immediate reconstruction with free flaps. While the surgeries are tantalizing, the reviews and the follow-ups were remarkably challenging as to ensure both quality of life and aesthetics can still be maintained despite the possibility of a futile outcome.<br />
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One of the interesting cases that I get to experience is a case of Desmoplastic Amelobastoma affecting the symphysis of the mandible of a 19 year old female. Presenting to the outpatient clinic with just a gum swelling and a prognathic mandible, she was then diagnosed and planned for segmental mandibulectomy and reconstruction with free fibula flap. After long hours of operation and regular rounds in the ward, patient was finally discharged without complication. The regular follow ups and reviews were daunting but inspiring as I had the opportunity to witness the success of the flap. In spite of continuous care towards the reconstructive site, patient’s facial appearance showed near normal results. Additionally, upon issuing of denture, although not ideal, patient showed satisfaction and was pleased with the overall outcome. Ever since then, my interest in oral maxillofacial surgery has developed further. The change and improvement that I see in patients brings joy and gratification. It is exciting, expanding, and engaging that I am willing to take a leap of faith and commit myself in this field.<br />
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I believe that OMFS requires a unique surgical skillset that can only be acquired by hands on practical experience in the clinical and surgical management of patients. University of Hong Kong, being an international reputable university in the region with esteemed Professors, it is of great value to be able to study and expand my knowledge in the Faculty of Dentistry. Having very limited experience in a hospital-based dental setting, I believe, to have the opportunity to learn and getting first hand training by highly experienced and didactic lecturers and surgeons is a key to further discover my surgical proficiency. Apart from that, being the premier center of dental education, I would hope to carry back the surgical doctrine that the Faculty can offer to my recently established dental school and share the knowledge with my colleagues for the advancement of the OMFS Department. I am aware that the technical and aesthetic concerns of OMFS makes it a challenging field and a rewarding specialty and it pushed me beyond my limits every day. The yearning to expand my knowledge and learning the art and science of OMFS in a reputable faculty would be my privilege.<br />
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<i>Would that suffice?</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PS: Entry is copyrighted for my Masters application. Published for the purpose of inspiring others. So please, do not steal. Would appreciate it very much. Thanks.</span>Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-3386982401240897672013-01-19T17:59:00.000+08:002013-03-06T09:04:48.731+08:00Right in front of me.I wanted to tell you. When you were right in front of me. But I have no strength. I'm a coward. How can I bear this feeling?<br />
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Can I just focus on my studies first please? Remember, be selfish for awhile!Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-42400680578278910082013-01-15T15:19:00.000+08:002013-03-05T13:17:27.229+08:00I miss falling inlove..Sent on Jan 13 2:48pm<br />
<i>"I had a great time with you. Dont have to be sorry. I jus wish i could hang out with u again without having to think about exams most of the time. InsyaAllah lepas exam, ill see you again. And InsyaAllah we'll have better time ahead. And InsyaAllah i can and hope ill pass my exams. Have safe journey home. Kirim salam to ur parents. Do msg me if ure bored. And do let me know once ure abt to board. I just got home nw. I wanna rest for awhile."</i><br />
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When all I wanted to say is<br />
<i>"Dear, I had a great time with you. I should be the one to say sorry because i cannot spend time with you more. I just wish i could hang out with u again without having to think abt exams most of the time. InsyaAllah lepas exam, we'll have better times ahead. Because i really do miss you. Pray for my success in my exam k. Have a safe journey home. Kirim salam to your parents. Do msg me anytime. And do let me know once ure abt to board. I just got home nw. I really miss you, and i wish we could be as before. Take care, i love you."</i><br />
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But im too afraid to say it out.<br />
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Much love,<br />
I.Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-6784023454599790462013-01-06T20:31:00.000+08:002013-03-06T09:17:50.529+08:00Dear Friend,I don't know why we still fight when all I ever wanted is to keep you. I have known you for so long and so deep that you have become a part of me. I was lost and alone and frustrated and down. Part of me is telling me that what I did to you was to test you. To test how much you would go to still be with me. But I don't know anymore. I don't know who is the other part of me. I don't know where you have gone. And I don't know what I want right now. All I need is for you to help me find myself back. The way we found each other. I need you to pull me back up so I can walk side-by-side with you. I need you because you need me through all the heartaches that we've been through.<br />
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You're my side-kick remember? Of course, you remember.<br />
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But I forgot. I forgot because I was lost. I forgot because I am careless. I forgot because I am lonely. I forgot because I was selfish. But I am here. And I will be here. Even if you go astray, I will chase after you.<br />
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This is a promise i made to my heart. A promise that I once broke. A promise that breaks us apart. One day, you will know.Izzati Ismailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757804930453423553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133887944304558025.post-79747856578730289432013-01-03T14:39:00.000+08:002013-03-06T02:40:30.006+08:00See see see!<div style="text-align: center;">
My kinda guy!</div>
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