Listen to me

I don't know who is still up at this hour but never mind. I just feel like writing. Just pouring it out.

I feel kinda empty right now. With CFS coming to an end. I love CFS. Maybe at times I hate it because of the rules, and sometimes the people. I have created so many memories there. Have met so many people. Who have, I would say, changed me. Probably not the whole me, but a part of me. I don't like goodbyes. I seriously don't. It's terrible and heartbreaking. Like they say, setiap pertemuan ada perpisahan. Does it always have to be that way?

I have a problem of letting things go. I hold on to something for too long sometimes. It's like I'm attached to it. It is a problem. Like I feel attached to CFS now ahahah. It's my home, my second home. I love my bed. I don't really like the shower rooms to be honest. Kuew teaw goreng kat Mahallah Aisyah is actually one of the best I've ever tasted. The kiosk. Some of the guards are nice. The lecturers! Mr Nazriq, Madam Adlina and Madam Adibah are the best so far. Madam Hanita never taught me. And believe it or not, I didn't get to say goodbye to any of them! I'm so disappointed. How can I forget Miss Dayana. Everyone says we are sisters. Hahaha it's a huge compliment. She's very pretty ☺️  And Ustaz Nima is so funny. I had those sleepy moments in his class, but he's a very good lecturer. Ustaz Shapizan is so nice too hahaha. Btq btq.

I won't list everything out but in short, I'm just gonna miss CFS. I'm missing it already.
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This has nothing to do with CFS, but at times I feel like I always come second. It's like I'm always the 2nd option. Like people only come to me when they have no one else to go to. With the guys that I like for example. I'm always the NEXT option girl. I feel useless and unwanted and unappreciated. I don't like it when I feel that about myself because I want to love myself. I don't wish for a perfect man. I just want him to appreciate and love me.

It's 2 in the morning and maybe I feel lonely that is why I'm saying all this. I just hope he can hear me without me saying a word.

Remember Me

Remember me when you're going
Remember me when you're leaving

Remember me when you're gone
Remember me when you're done

Remember me when you're in fear
Remember me when the sky is clear

Remember me when you're in hurry
Remember me when the road gets blurry

Remember me when you forget the way
Remember me when you have a brighter day

Remember me when you're terrified
Remember me as I will always be by your side

Remember me, do not forget
For I shall always remember you


Love,
Salsabila Omar


AND SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL OF YOU!!!! <3

Changing. Be it big, or small.

I used to think that changing ourselves would mean not being you and try changing into somebody else. You would lose the YOU in you and you would not have that aura or unique thing about you anymore.

The TODAY me thinks the YESTERDAY me was wrong, yet again.

In life, we constantly change. To keep going forward, we need to keep changing ourselves for the better.

I used to be afraid of changing myself. I had this weird feeling that if I change myself, I would not be me. And people will hate me for it. People will hate me for changing to be a different person. I had strange things in mind that I got afraid of changing to be someone new. When in fact, in order to be a better person we have to regularly make adjustment on ourselves.

Changing doesn't mean you switch yourself entirely to be a different person. It means modifying yourself for your own good. The purpose of changing is to improve ourselves to be the person we want to be.

In my circumstances, I have changed a lot. In fact, I'm still in the process of changing and will never stop. The people that I meet everyday slowly change me. Every obstacle that I've gone through has changed me. Being in IIUM has changed me. All those experiences have changed the way I think and see things. If I hadn't changed a single bit, I would still be the same person I was 5 years ago who was immature and who knew nothing about Linguistics or al-lughatul arabiah.

For us to always be in progress, we have to walk up the stairs. And see how we view the world in each and every step we take. See the difference of how we perceive things in different steps.

Do what you love. Love what you do.

It has been a long tiring day of accompanying my sister shopping. Tomorrow is my day to shop, she promised me ;D

As I'm on my way back home to Damansara, I can't help but to think of my future. What will I become someday? What kind of person am I going to be?

Some of you might already know about my passion in becoming a writer. Seeing famous blogger such as Kristina Bazan encourages me even more. How being only 20 years old, she has achieved so much. She is now in NYC, attending and writing about fashion week. It's amazing.

When I think about it again,, I was wrong. I don't need a man in my life. Not yet. I have still a long way to go. I have yet to write my journey in becoming who I want to be. To not give up in my passion. To keep moving forward.

Travel and writing is one thing. But not to forget the children of Palestines, the women in Afganistan, the sex slaves in Thailand, the drug war in Mexico. I want to be able to portray the world behind our wall. To describe in details about the suffer of the people. What every drop of blood gives meaning to them.

There's a lot more in this world than what we see. And it's our job to open the curtain wideeee.

The Long Road

THE LONG ROAD

By Salsabila Omar


The slow breeze of wind
The images of my loved ones playing on my mind
The picture of us running is the best kind
Those relationships are binds.

Along the road far away from home
No destination, no where to go
The long car ride with my love
The warmth of his hand is so close to me.

The sun setting shining so bright
Its time for a short goodbye
The beautiful colour of rays reflecting the sea
I feel nature so close to me.

A long straight road
With wind blowing my hair
I see a long beach
I close my eyes
And a thousand memories come.


This is one of the poems I wrote for our poetry class. It's very simple but yeah!

Love love <3

If You Forget Me

If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.


This is one of the poems I got from 'Love Poems by Pablo Neruda.' Its not the complete poem, I only took some part of it.  LOVE IT!  <3

DEATH

Death takes away your life
Death diverges your soul from your body
Death sets you apart from your love 
Death is leaving this momentary world for the eternal hereafter
Death is leaving everything behind for your Master
Death is the ugly truth
Death is the reality we can't escape
Death gives you temporary darkness for the endless light from God