To guys part 1

Hi readers...especially guys,

Dont give false hope/ promises to girls if you dont have any intention of fulfilling it. That's just cruel. Jerk.  Dont give girls sweet talks if you dont mean it from the bottom of your heart. Dont worry to be honest in saying the truth. Girls can deal with the ugliest truth. Trust me on this. I'd rather to be pampered with  a bitter honesty rather than being lied with sweet talks that do not mean anything at all in real.

 I'd rather be hated for who am I rather than to be loved for who I am not. So, with girls you just have gotta be freaking honest.

 She's fat? Just say it out. She may cry for a lil while. But then she will thank to you for your honesty and will work out on that.

She's ugly? Just say it out. She may cry but then she will avoid you because girls just dont befriend with anyone who cant see her beauty.

She's crazy? Just say it out. She may get offended but if you're someone to her, she'll forgive you in less than 24 hours or maybe she'll just forget about it in less than 48 hours. If you're nothing to her, she will not give a damn and say "well, you're crazier than I"

We girls are not so complicated. You guys dont have to understand us because we sometimes(or most of the time) fail to understand our very own selves too.

Just love us the way we are as we always love you no matter how bad you can be sometimes.

Appreciate us like we've always appreciated to have you in our lives no matter how we always complain about you. Complain means we care, but if we're doing it too much, stop us with gentle. 

Respect us. We're like you guys too. A normal human being not a toy, a doll or non-living things :p

 That's all what really matters I guess. 

Yours Truly,

NyleRashid

How I met a some kind of happiness in my heart

Hi readers!

Something good has happened to me in Legal Method(LM) class this morning that has caused some kind of happiness feeling to reside in my heart today  *Simbiosis by Ella is playing in the atmosphere *

 Oww..it sounds weird to me now how you would feel happy in a class.Well come on readers, we all know it's hard to plant the seed of happiness in ourselves when it comes to coming to school or class' issues. :p Except for some people or in  certain circumstances or in certain period time like when you first went to school or something that maybe has always made u to feel eager in looking forward for schools, I guess.  But whatever it is,hell yeah I have felt happy while I was in  LM class this morning.

The reason I have felt happy is that.....

Opss...not so fast. Okay readers, sit still and lend me your eyes as well as your mind. Don't worry Im not gonna throw them away. Just for story telling purpose. :p Okay okay Im rambling nonsense now. 

Let me tell you the story.

So today I attended a first lecture of Legal Method class. Normally at the first session of lecture, lecturer will not go directly to the syllabus and start teaching them but a taaruf session will be conducted. Taaruf session basically means an introduction session to get to know with each other better between the  lecturer and students as well as to get a brief idea on what we are gonna learn throughout the semester.  Legal Method is a hands on subject where students will be taught to read the law cases as well as to read the statutes and to conduct a legal research before you can give a legal advice to your client. Basically all these 3 elements are the very basic skills that every lawyer in this world must have possessed. The lecture of this subject will not be only conducted  in a class but it requires students and lecturer  to go to the law library  for the search of law cases and statutes' purposes. In this small number of students' class(we  have got just 13 students in our class), students are divided into two groups for the purpose of debate training, legal research presentation, giving advice to client's training and so on. Students will sit in class according to  the divided groups and work together with the members of the group. Basically, Legal Method class requires a serious participation from students for a lot of activities that will be conducted to help students to get familiarized with legal skills or as the subject's name has said it, Legal Method.

Wait, wait wait...What am I talking about? Oh God,  I am lecturing all of you about this subject!

My apology,readers. I'm supposed to tell you the reason of my happiness in LM class today. Not the LM subject itself :p Haha

Again my apology.

 Okay back to the story. So in our taaruf session today, my lecturer gave away a piece of  A4 paper to every student. As the papers were distributed to all of us, I whispered to myself.."Please la..no drawing..no drawing...no drawing"  I just cant draw.

After all the papers had been distributed, my lecturer looked at all of us with a beautiful smile on her face and said, "Okay, so now I want all of you to draw your own face on that piece of paper given, with the best drawing you can do. Ill give 10 minutes to complete your drawing then Ill call upon every each one of you to  come here, in front of the class to introduce yourself and say something about you along with the drawing of your face"

Upon hearing that, I felt the whole world of mine collapses on me. You know that feeling. That devastating feeling. I was like..."ohh God... I hate drawing.  Im sucks at it. I cant do this. I hate drawing. " 

Readers, I..Nyle really HATES drawing. I hate drawing simply because I dont know how to control and use the nerves and muscles of my fingers  well to create a nice image on a piece of paper or even on a computer painting application :p Really, Im sucks at drawing and because of that, I hate it. :p

Back in childhood days aged 5-7 or so, I still remember I used to draw a lot(though my drawings at that time werent that good).  I think all little kids love to draw or maybe scratch anything on the wall or piece of paper with  pencils(usually on walls ..haha :p Admit it, you used to do that when you were a little kid!) Well then, looking at my history of young ages that I used to draw a lot, I am not sure why I gave up drawing. 

Wait.
Oh yeah now I remember. I think I started to get less involved in drawing when I already knew how to read. I was 7 when I first can totally read. From that on, I just loved to read anything, from story books until newspaper. Yeah.. I started to read newspaper when I was 7 mainly because of my dad's influence. :p

 I used to always see  him getting so preoccupied when he had a newspaper on his hand.  It made me wonder and curious, what's so nice in the paper that made his eyes stuck on it? So then, out of curiosity, I tried reading newspaper that my dad used to buy everyday. Although I have to admit that sometimes I could barely understood what the hell is newspaper talking about,  I enjoyed in bumping into new words and new information about the world or anything. I first learned the name of capital city of Malaysia's states and some of the World countries not at school but from the newspaper. Thank you baba for giving me a good role model . :D 

So that is how I shifted from drawing to a new hobby of reading and later when I was 8 or 9 or 10,(sorry cant remember ) I started to write short stories. :p

 Since I began to know how to read, I didnt draw anymore and the skill somehow became rusty or maybe there's no chance at all for the drawing skill  to be developed :p 

So when I have grown up as a teenager, I never like drawing. I only drew in Art class of lower secondary studies and always hated it :p I still remember how I was so happy as I completed my lower secondary studies and moved to upper secondary because in upper secondary level of studies there's no more Art class. :p

Oh okay, I ramble a lot now. Back to drawing in LM class story, so to tell you honestly, aside of feeling so devastated to be asked to draw, I was so nervous thinking whether if I can make this out within this 10 minutes or not. That would be so embarrassing to be called upon in front of the class with an incomplete drawing.

I stared at the blank piece of paper with a blank mind and a vigorously racing heart. I lamented in my heart I really cant draw..I cant draw..cant draw...I hate this..Ya Allah please help me :/ That moment lasted for about 1-2 mins I guess. 

Then, out of nowhere I got the strength to take a deep breath and calmed myself. I heard a voice of myself whispering to me, "Nyle be confident. You can draw. Just be confident. Chill. Not everyone in this class is good at drawing but everyone is just doing it. So be confident. You can do it. Be confident" I dont know how many times the words of  "be confident" played on my mind but with the spirit of "be confident" that I had in myself inspired by Allah, Alhamdullillah I managed to draw without a shaky hand and complete the drawing of my own face thought it doesnt look like me at all not even a little bit! :p 

After done with the drawing,I looked at that little "masterpiece" of mine.

After one moment

 and guess what,

Out of blue, I felt some kind of happiness is flying gracefully in my heart, passing through the aorta, atrium,vena cava,myocardial muscle bla bla .I smiled and am smiling. Hahaha.opss...hehehe.. :p

 Believe or not, I still feel happy up until now ^_^ 

Im happy because I managed to complete the task that I always always always hated to do and hadnt been doing for yearssss,  successfully. A pat to my shoulder.Congratulation, Nyle. See, you can draw. Everyone can draw. :) Moral of the story is, I guess we just have gotta be confident with ourselves,  and we can surely overcome all the obstacles in life, InsyaAllah.  

So kids, that's the story of how I met a some kind of happiness in my heart today. XD 

Just because of little thing,though :p but heyyy, it means something to me... :p

Yours truly,

NyleRashid

 you can laugh all you want now..

dont worry, Im fine with it and ready for it :p

The Nostalgia of Writing

Hello Readers. :)

So today I got a beautiful message from one of my great friends ever. She is my dear Nurul Ain :) She was my one of childhood best friends whom I spent together with a lot in school from standard 1 to standard 5 at Sarawak,the Borneo of Malaysia('cuz my parents worked there) until I moved back to my hometown at Selangor.  Since I moved to Selangor, I have never seen her til now. Its been like 10-11 years! Oh my God. How time really flies. The last time we met, we were 11. Now we are going to 22  this year. I have never seen Frisca either. She's also my childhood best friend. She's my great playmate ever. We didnt always hang out together in school, but once we got back home, got the uniform changed, there you go duo of Nyle-Frisca would rock the World. We would bike around the neighbourhood and playing like there's no tomorrow. :p God, looking back when we were kids, I'm thankful to God for crossing my path with her. We had lots of sweet hilarious, adventurous and stupidos? XD memories together back then. Seriously we were so naughty back then. Maybe Ill write more on my childhood memories in future entry,InsyaAllah.  Being chased by dogs 3 times in my life, Frisca was there on 2 out of the 3 events...We even got together being chased by the same dog. Ahh... Ain was also there in one of the events; wherein we were riding on bicycles passing through someone's house and out of nowhere this dog came and chased us. It is still fresh in my mind that while we were being chased by the dog, Ain and I  recited one of the Quranic verse(Surah An-Nas) very loudly. As loud as we could. XD Not sure how the dog did  stop chasing us but one thing for sure Alhamdullillah, we were saved :) 

So back to the story of Ain's beautiful message to me that was sent on facebook. Oh by the way,thanks to facebook for connecting old friends :p

So Ain's message was:

remember we used to write short stories and sell them to our classmates.

worth about 20 cents or so LOL

I swear I couldn't help to paint a super big smile on my lips. It was like so involuntary action. The sweet memory that Ain brought up really reminds me how wonderful it was. I mean, how on earth we were  as kids could think of doing that; utilising our writing passions(Ain and I shared the same passion of writing) at our best and made a good comeback out of it.(Though the sell didnt make us go rich in one day, but the value of money that we got from our selling thru the stories we wrote was so priceless even if it's just 20 cents! :p)

*I feel like wanna cry*

I dont really remember at what age I was at that time, but the things that run freshly in my mind are

Ain and I were would write some stories in computer. Way back then, computers were without internet. Just the microsoft words and painting application as far as I remember :p  My sister Nawal  she used the computer to paint.(sometimes I did too..but I was more to microsoft words; writing things or stories because my drawings were bad and I wasnt so creative to create wonderful images out of painting application :p) So after writing quite a 1 full page or 2 pages of story then I would ask my dad on how to print it out. I still remember how I got pissed up with the printer because it didnt print out my story though I had already clicked to "print" button. I still remember how the paper wasnt going out well because it got stuck in the printer. How the ink of the printer got messed because I didnt know why :p I still remember I almost gave up to print the story out.

 But then Ain told me, "its okay we can do that tomorrow" . I was like.. "hmm okay..see you tomorrow at school then" So after that, I came back to the computer,looking at the printer sadly. After a few mins moment of sad :p I called out my dad for the second time. My dad came over and fixed the printer out. I dont really remember what's the problem with the printer but one thing for sure my dad fixed it up and finally the story came out in a piece of paper..uhmmm two pieces of paper actually :p

 I dont remember how many stories we had printed out but one story that still stays fresh in my mind is a story entitled "Samirah". It was about a girl and her mother. I remember it well because after quite some time then I just realized that Samirah sounds like my mom's name. "Sarimah"..hehe :p. Ok fine, no wonder I remember this one story's title so well :p 

 So then next morning, we came to class with papers of story in our hands. We went to table by table asking to our classmates if they want to buy this paper of story :p It's kinda awkward when come to think about it now but I dunno how I didnt feel awkward at that time.  We sold them for 10 cents, 20 cents or so..I cant remember well. We got quite a number of customers. Most were girl classmates because way back then only girls loved to read,I guess :pWhat I remember the most is, the satisfaction I got after the stories were sold. Although all not stories were sold out,I was kinda excited to know that someone is going to read my masterpiece :p

This memory is so beautiful. And guess what? I feel so motivated to really write again. This is my passion. This is my forte. Its just..you know..*sigh* Im always 'lazy' to write these days. Since I have reached the teen age,I have slowly reduced my writing activities. It seemed like there's a lot of other interesting things than writing. To name it, we have internet, movies, music, youtube. To be honest, because of that "interesting" things, I can barely write. It takes me a great focus to write. The main reason why I do keep a blog is to "force" myself back to writing so that I wont leave the arena of writing forever.

Thank you, my dear Ain for bringing back the wonderful memory that we shared together. It does bring a great feeling to me..as well as motivation to write!

 I cant tell you that even words seem fail to say how grateful am I to have you as my friend :)

P/S 

Blog: Hey Nyle, U should have written something! 

Nyle now: I have a lot of other commitments la..Sorry blog. 

Nyle then: I wish blog existed like 12 years ago :p 

Yours Truly,

NyleRashid