Farewell, Geoffrey.
Written and illustrated by afi
Also written by NAJLA GADDIEL NURIN SYAFIQ HIDAYAT IMRAN FARHAN
Special words by ARINA A’ISYAH
contents INTRODUCTION CHAPTER ONE Gaddiel Afi Najla Syafiq
CHAPTER TWO Nurin Hidayat Imran Farhan
CHAPTER THREE Arina A’isyah ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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INTRODUCTION This compilation is composed especially for our dearest friend from ‘his small town’ , Kudat. Much memories and love have been made throughout our friendship . We hope you would enjoy this as much as we did during our cherishable times here with him in Dengkil.
-Much love, A &N
Chapter one
‘A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world..’ -Leo Buscaglia
GADDIEL
Disconsolated We went through battle We went through pain We went through situations full of sadness I thought everything will be okay But it is not Am waiting patiently for that one full happy day But I found out The day that I wanted does not eventually come There's no point of waiting
No point of being angry All is done and said Those who are stubborn and selfish
So does our hope Been buried in the soil They don't know the suffer we went through When we raise our voice The voice of ours flew Flew aimlessly How is that so Ignorant people Our hearts and desires Dark and silence There's no rainbow like we always imagine Because it has been destroyed
-Gaddiel
afi
-just a few rough sketches and poems
Most Days Some days I see a woman Wise and beautiful She writes around children, She paints on barren land A country once penurious Now lavished with books and pens. Some days I think of What she may become Visionary and revived, What was once buried Was later love found Some days I see her But most days I don’t Some days She belonged to the world But most days She was alone.
-Afi D.
Man of My Dreams
The man of my dreams, I breathe him on papers, In complete anonymity, I bring him to life, Through dark pencil strokes.
Our love is prudent, But a distinct being, We loved what felt like forever, A nonexistent -ethereal.
For the man of my dreams. Was never really a man, No definite he or she, As I loved what was forever-the idea of loving More than I can love a man himself
-Afi D.
Geoffrey He was a Virgo Of a stunning exterior A face of blank canvas A heart of wild, exotic creatures A unique embodiment Of love, strength and perspicacity A mind bewitched By unmade sing-song melody A lost soul longing for possession The past, speaks of his belonging The future, now calls to home.
-Afi D
Sushi Between bits and bites Of sticky rice and flavoured raw fish The atmosphere was clouded With memories of you Between bits and bites Of heavenly, salty goodness I taste the bittersweet Times of me And you Between bits and sips Of warm green tea I felt your warm touch, Your soft gentleness Your pretty smile
While I sit And ponder on my lunch I think of how beautiful it is to have you On the other side of my table
-Afi D.
syafiq
-here's my thing for Geoff's farewell project. It might look random and weird, but everything there actually has a meaning. If it's too cryptic, well, that's the fun of it haha
najla
‘G, it’s been one hell of a ride”
CHAPTER TWO
‘It’s not the length of time we knew someone that makes them special, it’s what they brought into our lives’ -Sandra Kring
nurin
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hope Geoffrey enjoys this!
Loneliness I have always thought that I am an independent being Able to pull through alone Walking with a stride of confidence Certain that I am the reason why I am able to stand tall on my two feet But as time passed by I have learnt how much I depend on people A need to find a place, a home, a sanctuary within humans A deep wanting for warmth and comfort All I desperately search for in friends For family has never been a choice for me God has blessed me with wonderful friends and compassionate lover But they are all so far from me and I from them My place, my home, my sanctuary so difficult to access now And I am left relentlessly searching Only to succumb to the void within As I count the slow days til I get to see them again
Irony seems to play games with me For I am surrounded with acquaintances People that I know of and those who know my name Who I see every day and interact with I share smiles and laugh with them But I find myself unable to find a place I must have missed the precaution sign For I have fallen to a hole Where now I have become the second choice The alternative The other friend I have always thought that I am an independent being Able to pull through alone But now I walk with feigned confidence Trying hard to stop my wobbly knees and restrain from falling from my once sturdy feet -Nurin H.
Her Every morning, you wake up and the first thing you see is the person sleeping right next to you. And then you ask yourself the same question every day, “What else do I love about her today?” It started with her smile. Her eyes. The way it crinkles and as if smiling along with her. And then it was the freckle on her right shoulder. The hidden mole at the back of her neck under all that mass of hair. How she knows what she wants and strives for it. How independent, and strong and funny she is without realizing. How her whole body jumps when she’s surprised. How she takes her breath every time your lips part ways from hers, only to be met again. How she tries to figure out whether you’d like coffee or tea for the day.
How she asks you anyway, even though she’s usually spot on because she wants to get it right for you.
And the days go on, the same question sticks in your head. Most days, you see the things in her that you’ve already seen before but in some days, you find a new discovery of her. And you close your eyes for a while, to keep it etched in your mind, to lock it in your heart. And every night, you tell her. You tell her the things you see in her. The reason why you love her. No matter old or new. Even though most days it was something you’ve already said before, she smiles. When you tell her something new you noticed of her, she laughs. But every night, without fail, she blooms. Blessed by the care of the man she so deeply loves. Who makes her so happy and appreciated. By the man who never stops finding new reasons to love her just so that he can add more to the ongoing list he has in his mind. And when she closes her eyes, sleep taking her away, she adds a new reason, or at least is reminded of one of the reason why she loves him. Her ‘I love you comes in many form of words, her favourite being “I’m so lucky to have you.” -Nurin H
hidayat
Heart made of broken glasses.
This feeling inside its unbearable, I cant even breathe, Burning sensational pain in the chest, Lungs feel sore, Drowning unconscious, Fading in faith and beliefs, Dying of an excessive and persistent sense of apprehension, Shattered pieces of numb heart sunken.
Weakest flare She’s a burning flare, He took care of her, made her the best of light. One day she left,
He’s dead dark, dimmer & dimmer, He died.
Petals She's a fresh beautiful flower with broken petals. He plucked her, Placed her in a jar of heed, Day by day she wilt, She’s lethargically drooped, Left him sporadical-wretched, In an excessive and persistent sense of apprehension, Smudged her petals; he did, Empty jar; she’s no longer there,
In the dark he wailed, And trudged through the ornamental ground where he first plucked her, Reminiscing her past-present, Mused about her redolent of incense, He Spot her in absence,
Instinctively she’s there; blooming wondrous, In his cicatrix smithereens heart.
Narcotic roach. Cigarette burns, As the subsistence of depression, Subconscious psyche reminiscing absent souls,
Pedesis movement of smoke mimic; His inconstant inside strength, Cuts and scarring arm ; disbelieving pure faith, Over and over again, He’s nothing; Just some ashes, flying through the wind, Landed on puddle, Vanished by the waves; Of her purposed steps.
Lies. I’m sorry, Lying was never an option, It’s a recumbent state of mind, Deceiving the vision of future, Just to heal the wounded past; So the present won’t scar too much.
imran
-p/s : I hope you liked it friend.
What Is Love? Love is when you looked someone in the eyes and you said to yourself, Love is when your heart beats 100 times faster when you see her, Love is when you open up books just to gain cognizance for the sake of ‘our’ future, Love is when you only hear her voice in the midst of congestion It is love when you see her sparkling eyes the moment you are on your knees, It is love when you lower down your guard and ego when she is around, It is love when you start to smile the moment you catches the moment she smiled, It is love when you ponder what she was doing At 2, It is truly love when you awkwardly changed your voice when she’s around, It is truly love when you instantly love the same thing that she likes, It is truly love when you sweat just because of her appearance, It is truly love when you disregard others just because of her.
It is indeed love when you woke up at 2 in the morning to memorize AsSajdh just to impress her, It is indeed love when you recite the Quran anticipating she become astonished with it It is indeed love when you devise a poem with her projection in your mind at 4 AM in the morning It is indeed love when you recite the poem ‘What Is Love’ in front of her during the last day of lecture week Yes it is love. My Love. -Imran Azmi
farhan
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-WillIam Ernest Henley
If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
-Rudyard Kipling
CHAPTER THREE
It’s all about the first person you wanna tell good news to’ - Abel Tesfaye
arina
Here my poem goes, 'Jibek jibek jibek jibek He may the most annoying jibek, But the cheekiest jibek. Jibek jibek jibek jibek
May be the loudest jibek, But jibek who concerns about everyone around him. Jibek jibek jibek jibek, He may be the so-called-hearted jibek, But we all know, he's actually the softest and kind hearted jibek. '
A’isyah
Dear Geoffrey,
We might have known each other for less than a year and we barely even talk, regardless you are my friend I’m sorry if I have not been a great listener especially when you talked about your dark past. Certainly, I cannot relate to what you have went through but one thing’s for sure, you turned out to be a good person. You might have done some terrible things in the past but it doesn’t matter as long as it remains in the past and never reminisce them. I am thankful about a lot of things you did and said but mainly I am thankful that you are my friend.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Sorry takde acknowledgements too penat to think anyways thank u all for making this project happen!!hoho ok bye love u all we love u G
Muntah Warna, Afi, 2016