This is inspired by a true story. It is fully fictional and has nothing to do with the living or the dead. But I would like to personally thank the group of great people, whoever you are, whom made so much noise outside of my room last night, for giving me the inspiration to write this. I'm sorry if I offend anyone. This is what you get when you mess with a sleepy girl. Haha. Viewers' discretion is advised. Thank you.

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Ughhh, Dunedin? Again? Seriously?

There’s so many other places that I could be assigned to but He sent me here? Maannnnn.

Well, yeah, Dunedin’s pretty cool. But, but… Oh well, who am I to question?

I need to find him.

2:07:54

Now, now. Where do we start? It’s a Saturday night, I’d assume everyone’s out partying before O-Week starts again. Apparently it means Orientation Week. Where almost everyone gets drunk, parties before class starts and wear white bed sheets. Hah.

Well, I know he’s not at the hospital. It’s still too early for that. Though working at the hospital would be an easy job for me. Possible but can’t be it.

*Techno song across the street*

I guess that’s a place to start, huh? I need to find him. 

Clock's ticking.

1:38:48

Man, I hate this place. It reeks of sweat, overused cologne and the Devil’s piss.

I could barely understand what they're saying. They slur when they talk and they ‘hang out’, as what they call it, and listen to these loud crazy mantras that they call songs. DUDE. I COULD BARELY HEAR MYSELF THINK.

What’s up with these guys shouting out vulgar words to each other anyway? But yet they’re friends? That’s really weird. Why would you do that? Insulting your own friends. And the girls dance away like there is no tomorrow. They also like to scream. Like, why? God.

What has the world become?

Dang it, I’m starting to sound like the Elders.

Hah, look at that Casanova. Beer in one hand, and a girl on the other. I thought I saw him with a different girl last week. And that guy. He’s already on the floor covered in his own puke.

But that’s not him. Gotta keep looking.

1:09:23

It's such a waste. They’re pouring their spirits and energy away. All they do is talk, laugh and dance. And the best part is, they could barely remember anything the next day!

If they manage to stay alive that is.

And mannn they look horrible! Bright red flush appeared on their pale white skin. Some could barely talk, others just looked and laughed away as if nothing matters anymore in this world. They knew of the consequences and yet they still do it. Not to mention wasting their most precious yet worthless money on what they call 'fun'.

My Lord. You guys are so confusing.

Why are humans so stubborn? But then again I blame the Beasts as well. They clung onto these poor souls' hearts and whisper horrible stuffs at them. Those guys always give me the creeps. Eeehhh.

Boy, I wish I could show y’all the truth. The real truth. But I 'm not the one who decides that and I have wayyy more important things to do.

Now, where are you?

0:37:06

“Adam, you’re drinking too much, bro,” said the boy in the beanie.

“Nahh, bro. I’m all right. I’m not drunk. See?” while he tried to stand on both of his feet. Adam then grunted and rubbed his chest.

“Are you okay, bro?” asked his friend in the grey hoodie.

A girl in a white dress patiently replied, “Adam, I think enough is enough. Let’s get you outta here,” as she reached for Adam’s arms.

“GET CHO HENDS OFF ME YUU, B…”

“Hey hey hey hey, Adam, Adam, listen to me… let’s get out of here. You’re making a scene.”

“NO! LEGGO OF MEE, SEM!” screamed Adam who is now covered in sweat.

Everyone in the pub started to wander their curious eyes towards their direction. “That’s it. We’re outta here and you’re coming with us. Ally, grab the beers. We’re going.” Sam and Jason forcefully grabbed Adam's arms and staggered across the haven. Everyone started chattering and drinking again, as if nothing happened.

I found him.

0:06:12

“SOD OFF BRUU!” as Adam angrily pushed Sam and Jason away. Ally then tried to hold onto Adam as he looked like he’s going to fall.

“I’m fine. Can’t you see? I’m walking fi…” he stumbles by the curb and fell face down. Fresh blood gushed out of his nostrils. He grunted and reached for his chest.

“Adam, calm down. Just sit down. Stay where you are. I’m calling the ambulance. You’re too drunk.” Ally reached for her phone in her beige tote bag. Suddenly, Adam clumsily stood up and lurched towards Ally. He grabbed her hard by her arms and threw her to the side. Screams and cry pierced through the night. Broken glasses spread out on the streets. Red cuts appeared on her knees.

“ADAM! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? CALM DOWN BRO,” screamed Sam.

Jason ran to Ally’s side and tend to her wound. She couldn’t help it. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.

Almost there.

0:01:46

Adam clutched a fist across his chest and staggered a couple of steps forward. Sam came in front of him and tried stopping him from walking anywhere further. But Adam stopped and bent his body forward. Fist still clutched hard.

“Hey bro. Calm down. Just sit down and everything will be alright,” said Sam politely.

“Sam…” gasped Adam. He tried taking in another deep breath. He mumbled, “My chest hurts.”

“Adam, just sit down and we’ll call the ambulance now,” as Sam reached into his pockets. Adam tried to straighten his body and looked up.

Our eyes locked.

I found you.

0:00:33

Fear and realisation started crawling into his eyes. He gaped at my dark face. He can't see what was behind this dark eerie silhouette. His eyes widened as he traced it along my big dark feathered wings as i towered over him. The unknown is scaring him.

The pain in his chest became worse. He couldn't stand it and forcefully clasped his shirt, trying to pull the pain away. He knew he couldn't breathe. Blood vessels popped on his neck.

“Adam, what’s wrong?” as Jason saw him slowly falling to his knees.

Adam whispered, “Oh God, please, no.”

What can you do now, mortal?

0:00:16

He fell onto his back and gasped for air like a fish on shore. Eyes still searching for my face.

Jason, Ally and Sam ran to his side, screaming, crying, praying.

Adam muttered something.

You were consumed by arrogance and ignorance, O' Disbeliever.

0:00:09

Silvery tears ran down his now-blue face.

I inched in to his face.

0:00:03

Fear and pain overwhelmed his body. He struggled, eyes widened. 

0:00:01

Taste the punishment of the Burning Fire.

0:00:00

His friends shook his lifeless body.

The air stood still. Cries and panic broke the silent night.

Soul received.

Alrighty then! Grieving time is over!

I rubbed both of my palms together.

So, who’s next?

Football, Fußball, soccer,

The only words that meant the same thing

The only thing that brought us all together.

And sadly

A game that purposely masks our sore reality.

Our own cheers and laughter covered our eyes and ears
We allowed The Men to hypnotise us
Hypnotise us with a mere football match
While they mass murder.

You see that fancy and red fizzy drinks

And the supposedly delicious burger in your hands?

They are slowly killing you from the inside.

And that money that you spent on them

Pays for the bullet that punctures through young hearts and souls

Of sinless children and the helpless people of Gaza.

This is an era where sheep have more rights than a child

The era where brands and celebrities become 'gods'

The era where money are spent on car plates than brothers in need

What happened to the gladiators,

The kairākau,

And the brave men?

Are you ready to face the Creator?

Are you ready to answer the things that you didn't do?

If only people were this passionate about things that really matter.

From o.canada.com

"I'm just one person, I can't do anything about it,"

"Nothing's going to change."

You're wrong.

It's because you are ONE PERSON

You CAN do something about it

We HAVE to do something about it

You can make a difference

The tiniest efforts that you make will be accounted for.

So get up

Open your eyes and ears

Look around you

Take off the veils that The Men effortlessly laid on you.

See. Listen. Think. Feel. 

Do it.

A little birdy once said,

"At least I'm doing something about it,"

And guess what, it mattered.

Stop the war on Gaza - March and Rally

PS: Like a good science student, here are the links to the references of the text.

References:

8 Israel Products to Boycott

PETA Sheep Video Prompts Colorado Investigation

Emirates Auction Number Plates

FIFA and Coca-Cola

Sirah Nabi Ibrahim: Burung dan Cicak

Israel Bombs Gaza during World Cup

France, Summer 1918.

Sergeant Collins was monitoring the war zone, looking out for any signs of the German army. Until he saw something moved, struggling. Nothing was supposed to move on that field. There wasn't even supposed to be anything alive on it.

He grabbed his binoculars and tried to identify this mysterious beast. He thought it was a cow but how did it even end up on this No-man's Land?

He suddenly realised it wasn't a cow. It was actually in fact a horse.

A War Horse. 

* * * * *

I don't normally do movie reviews but this movie is definitely worth mentioning. Yes, I know. This is a pretty old movie (December 2011) but I didn't have the chance to watch it until yesterday because Sayanora exams!

 

First's first; this is by far the best love story that I've ever watched.  It's a story about Joey and Albert, a horse and his boy. They were separated by force due to World War I. As cliché as every other movies, this one is worth watching. What made this movie interesting is because of the different stories of different people that were told throughout Joey's journey during the war.

Don't worry if you're not a movie-goer, War Horse is adapted from a novel by Michael Morpurgo. I haven't read it but it's going to be on my Books-To-Buy List.

 

Heads up for any animals' and horses' lovers out there, make sure you have a box of tissue right next to you because I can assure you that you're gonna cry your eyeballs out. Never have I remembered crying so hard from watching a movie, though I have to make an exception to Hachiko: A Dog's Story. Whoever made that movie, damn, ya tryna dry up all of our tears, man?

It's sad and funny and encouraging. It was one hella of a roller coaster ride of emotion.

Steven Spielberg was really smart with it as he has always been with his other war movies. If you decide to watch this, do watch out for the scene that I mentioned above. From wiping my tears off my cheeks, I ended up laughing like a hyena.

Love, courage, friendship, trust, honour and belief are beautifully molded into this movie. It's not 100% about the horse because it's more about the war, so don't worry if you don't dig into the girly horsey movies because it's not. *Two thumbs up*

PS: Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch are in it. *Winks*

She took the empty cup and cleaned it off while she waited for the water to boil. She picked up a tea sachet, put some sugar in the mug and poured in the hot water. As 3 minutes passed, she handed me that cup of tea. Perfectly brewed with very little effort.

The smell of the tea just lingered in the air that we breathed in. It looked delicious and smelled like it too. And so I took a sip.

I could feel the pupil of my eyes dilated.

Never have I tasted a tea this well done.

From horrid boring mugs, I started buying the cool edgy ones and recently bought the posh English cups. It took me a while to decide on the cups' designs but I am definitely happy with the change.

I can't control myself but to have a cup of tea everyday. Every single day without fail.

I got so excited that I parade my cups and my perfectly brewed tea around.

Little did I know that the cup had a thin line of crack on it. I thought I was sipping the tea away but some of the tea managed to drip without me realising it. Yet, I kept on adding more tea.

Little did I know that not everyone enjoys tea. They knew of the existence. Yes, definitely, but they got sick of the tea.Yet, I moved on.

Little did I know that I might have spilled some of the tea on my friends due to me getting extravagantly excited about it. They were too nice that they kept quiet about it. I'm pretty sure I must have had left a small burn on their skin.  Yet, I continued.

Little did I know that the tea that I have been parading around, wasn't the perfect tea I thought it was. Definitely a good one but there were far better flavours. Yet, I seem to ignore them.

What a fool.

I should have controlled my excitement. It wouldn't have fogged my mind from my surroundings. I would have realised the crack on the cup. I would have enjoyed every single drop of the tea and taste its richness. I would have been a better friend to realise the littlest spill.

I think I need a new cup. Keeping close to the whole English tea cup theme. I need to take better care of the cup and not get all too excited about the tea. But I still need to taste more teas before introducing them to other people. And when I do, I need to explore a better way on recommending them. 

All I hope is that everyone gets to taste it.

"Hati kita ni umpama sebuah cawan. Kita kena isi cawan tu dengan benda. Kalau kosong, nanti berhabuk. Tapi, kalau dah penuh dan kita tuang lagi air, pasti  akan melimpah. So, kita kenalah penuhkan cawan tu with the right amount of things."

It's been gazillion years since I've last updated my blog (that's for 'a few months' in internet language). Before I start, I'd just like you to know that this is pure analogy. Please put aside the fact that Channing is married to the out most beautiful Ms Jenna Dewan-Tatum and have just had a gorgeous blue-eyed baby girl. Thought I'd use Channing as the example since he's 'the hot buzz' right now. I mean, I'm writing this from a girl's point of view. So, if you're a guy reading this, just change Channing with, I don't know, Jennifer Lawrence maybe? LOL.

Let your imagination run wild.

Out of all other prettier and smarter fan-girls, he chose you. There he was, on his knees, with his beautiful green eyes staring back at you, waiting patiently for an answer to slip away from your lips. And there you were, standing in front of him, frozen. (PS: You're trying really hard to not to faint. XP)

Yeah, you've seen his movies. Maybe not all of them but sure. Yeah, you've sometimes stalked him on Instagram, if it pops up in your feed. Yeah, you can't deny he's super gorgeous. Yeah, you might even have had him in your dreams but never in a thousand years that you'd expect to actually meet him in this unexpected situation.

Even if you're not a fan, you just can't afford to say "No".

Imagine this, out of millions of his fans, out of the blue, he chose you. And only you for him to share his life with.

How would you feel?

Have you sunk in this feeling yet? Can you imagine how special you are? How much you stand out from every other human beings in this world?

Out of many other cooler websites, what are the chances of you reading this? What are the chances of you clicking this link?  What are the chances of even doing anything by luck?

"He selects for His mercy whom He wills. And Allah is the possessor of great bounty."

- Al Imran (3:74)

Out of everyone in the world, Allah chose you to understand Islam. Allah chose you to be wherever you are right now. Allah chose you to not go astray even though the many, many mistakes that you've made in life. Allah opened your hearts to allow you to have faith in this beautiful religion. Never once that he turns away from us, the weak flawed human beings. 

So, what are the chances of you embracing Islam?

I'm not sure about you but I'm feeling dem special feels right now.

Embrace it. <3

Alrighty mates. I have another website recommendation. Well, I have to give a huge shout-out to YANG SAFIA ( http://amateuryang.blogspot.co.nz/ ) who showed me how awesome GOOD READS is!

I used to update my book reviews here. Okay, so what a joke. I've only written about like what, two books in this blog? Blehh. Anyways, http://www.goodreads.com/ is super fun coz you get to update your progress on what you're reading, what you've read and also what you want to read. You could look up for the books and make small e-notes on it. Not to mention that you can write comments, you could also post your own opinion and reviews. Plus you would also be able to read other people's thoughts about the books alike and the books you hate. LOL! People could also randomly recommend books that they think you should give it a go by looking at how you rate your books. It'll automatically detect on your favourite genre or plots and even authors. There are discussion boards and random quizzes about the books that you read.

Like how I put only ONE star for this book. It was depressing.

You can add friends from Facebook and etc and you could also follow mini blogs of your favourite authors on the same website.

If you're a book buff, this website is a definite go-go. Look it up and I think you'll enjoy it too. And probably because it's mainly for books, so, I'm somewhat diligent enough to update what I read.

Here's a snapshot on what it looks like.

I've only used it for about five months and I'm lovin' it!

Do ask me any questions about this website and I'd be more than happy to help you with it. You could reach me through Twitter or even on Good Reads: 

http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/14840803-ilyana-khir

OK. So when I first told myself that I was gonna update my blog for at least once a week, I should have realised that it was a HUGE JOKE. Hahah! I'm so like this rabbit. Pfft.

Like legit. It has been more than what, FIVE freakin months? Dang I mustta been that bad. LOL!

So, I do have a lot of stuffs to tell you guys about like how cool Otago is, how much I hated Jakarta (all due respect to Indonesia but the crowd killed me *died*), how Isengaard and Rivendell are sooo beautiful and a whole lot of stuffs.

But before I start off this year, I'd like to wish everyone:

And yes. I'm super aware that it's already February. Yeah, kill me. *puffs*

Okay, don't. I was just kidding. All the best with your new year resolutions. I hope you actually get through it, Inshaa Allah. I hope I achieve mine too. *Squints at weighing scale*

PS: Jokes on you people who thought apocalypse was gonna happen last year. 2013 B*TCHES!! No one knows. Only Allah does. Cheers.