Mood: Sleepy
Music: Gimme More by Britney Spears
I'm supposed to post about a certain movie review but since I just woke up & still unable to concentrate, I guess the review will be later.
Meanwhile, I'm still looking for a way out of the negative zone.
The movie Transformers: The Last Knight has loads of stuff to tell. These guys have been telling about impending doom coming soon & yet people been seeing this just normal entertainment. I might as well talk about this soon.
When my mood comes, of course.
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Tuesday, 3 October 2017
Thursday, 31 August 2017
Merdeka?
Mood: Half-sleeping, half-awake. Not sure.
Music: No music, but listening to Surah Al-Kahf recital by Saad Al-Ghamdi
So yesterday was supposed to be Independence Day for Malaysia. Happy 60th or should I say... nevermind. Anyway in conjunction with the closure of 2017 SEA Games, the Merdeka celebration event started right after at the same venue.
As a staunch ignoramus of course I never cared of either (and I'm not keen being in a huge crowd) so throughout the event I let things pass as I went laze & daze like a really, really ignorant cat.
Forgive my words. I'm half-conscious.
Oh, today marks the important date of Eid Qurban. Nice date setting. Whoever planned the dates for events before surely a bunch of geniuses.
The only question that has been lingering inside my tiny mind is..
"Merdekakah kita?"
No, I won't elaborate anything since the question has been quite 'subjective' & best to let others to speak out their mind. Of course, local social media lords might as well claimed to speak the truest, or maybe, just maybe the upper-hander, seated ones who hold the ranks? I'm not sure.
Before signing off, I pray that those who went to Makkah to perform Hajj will be coming back Mabrur, as a sign of Allah's mercy. May He show mercy upon us in this dire times.
Selamat Hari Raya Qurban 1438H & Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan ke-60 Tanah Melayu.
Music: No music, but listening to Surah Al-Kahf recital by Saad Al-Ghamdi
So yesterday was supposed to be Independence Day for Malaysia. Happy 60th or should I say... nevermind. Anyway in conjunction with the closure of 2017 SEA Games, the Merdeka celebration event started right after at the same venue.
As a staunch ignoramus of course I never cared of either (and I'm not keen being in a huge crowd) so throughout the event I let things pass as I went laze & daze like a really, really ignorant cat.
Forgive my words. I'm half-conscious.
Oh, today marks the important date of Eid Qurban. Nice date setting. Whoever planned the dates for events before surely a bunch of geniuses.
The only question that has been lingering inside my tiny mind is..
"Merdekakah kita?"
No, I won't elaborate anything since the question has been quite 'subjective' & best to let others to speak out their mind. Of course, local social media lords might as well claimed to speak the truest, or maybe, just maybe the upper-hander, seated ones who hold the ranks? I'm not sure.
Before signing off, I pray that those who went to Makkah to perform Hajj will be coming back Mabrur, as a sign of Allah's mercy. May He show mercy upon us in this dire times.
Selamat Hari Raya Qurban 1438H & Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan ke-60 Tanah Melayu.
Sunday, 20 August 2017
Heading Somewhere?
Mood: Not sure. Awakened half-blurry.
Song: Heartbeat by Nathalie
Greetings.
Yes I know it's been a year. Things should've happened along the way up till now but no, I heed none of the call. You know what, the hubbubs around made me tired. As people proceeding through the ages, I decided to stay, like a stone withered in time. I like it that way. If you don't, the exit's over there. You know what I'm sayin'.
I've went through the earlier posts and concluded that my life has took another sharp dive to the abyss. I forgot how sunlight looks like & how does it feel to frolic about, prancing the summer. Inside the shell pulled down by the abyss' gravity, I heard trickles, sometimes like a downpour.
Yes. Sounds just like rain.
Soothing, calming, viciously inviting memories that put me at risk of aches & tears. But that was the least of my worries. As the plunge continues I heard clops like people heading upstairs. Sounds like people reaching to the top. I remembered asking them to wait. I even remembered having sort of promises to reach the top together but alas, the world doesn't spin that way. Instead of putting up a smug, I decided to let them be.
At least they're happy. Hey, I'm heading somewhere too! I'm moving just like you guys do!
I realized I'm a burden. Harmless yes annoying the sight like an abominable cyst on a part of the body. Removing is costly. But to let it stay costs one's patience. Your call.
You have read the useless post until this point. You can close the window at will & watch youtube or maybe taking selfies somewhere while selling yourself to the public in social media.
I have concluded that breakup for poets/writers supposed to make them produce even better works as they progress. It's no math, really. But if you ask me, with all the things I've been facing had made me work none. I'm not sure whether it's the muse had been missing, or I just don't have a heart of it anymore. They said quitters never win. I hope by not writing now gives you the answer.
To be honest, I think I've lost my will to do anything. I'm not even sure where I'm heading. Sounds like doom, isn't it? Correct. 10 free points for you.
This post is intended to answer a reader's wonder why I've been silent & not posting anything. I'm sorry miss/mr whoever you are, my life, my insights, my everything is too lame to put upon the pages so forgive me if I ever bore you with this.
No movie reviews. No worthy posts can make it inside my mind right now. If God's willing, I might as well post better stuffs someday.
Till then...
Song: Heartbeat by Nathalie
Greetings.
Yes I know it's been a year. Things should've happened along the way up till now but no, I heed none of the call. You know what, the hubbubs around made me tired. As people proceeding through the ages, I decided to stay, like a stone withered in time. I like it that way. If you don't, the exit's over there. You know what I'm sayin'.
I've went through the earlier posts and concluded that my life has took another sharp dive to the abyss. I forgot how sunlight looks like & how does it feel to frolic about, prancing the summer. Inside the shell pulled down by the abyss' gravity, I heard trickles, sometimes like a downpour.
Yes. Sounds just like rain.
Soothing, calming, viciously inviting memories that put me at risk of aches & tears. But that was the least of my worries. As the plunge continues I heard clops like people heading upstairs. Sounds like people reaching to the top. I remembered asking them to wait. I even remembered having sort of promises to reach the top together but alas, the world doesn't spin that way. Instead of putting up a smug, I decided to let them be.
At least they're happy. Hey, I'm heading somewhere too! I'm moving just like you guys do!
I realized I'm a burden. Harmless yes annoying the sight like an abominable cyst on a part of the body. Removing is costly. But to let it stay costs one's patience. Your call.
You have read the useless post until this point. You can close the window at will & watch youtube or maybe taking selfies somewhere while selling yourself to the public in social media.
I have concluded that breakup for poets/writers supposed to make them produce even better works as they progress. It's no math, really. But if you ask me, with all the things I've been facing had made me work none. I'm not sure whether it's the muse had been missing, or I just don't have a heart of it anymore. They said quitters never win. I hope by not writing now gives you the answer.
To be honest, I think I've lost my will to do anything. I'm not even sure where I'm heading. Sounds like doom, isn't it? Correct. 10 free points for you.
This post is intended to answer a reader's wonder why I've been silent & not posting anything. I'm sorry miss/mr whoever you are, my life, my insights, my everything is too lame to put upon the pages so forgive me if I ever bore you with this.
No movie reviews. No worthy posts can make it inside my mind right now. If God's willing, I might as well post better stuffs someday.
Till then...
Thursday, 4 February 2016
Nothing of worth
Mood: Somewhere in between
Song: No Song
It's already February and it's been months since he decided to lower his defenses to a point where a tag-written scum should be labelled big, hard and bright enough like a beacon. Tested, studied to an extent where a new-found species of bigot should be cataloged. He's not sure to call it a social experiment, a personal test or just to prove something that he doesn't even have a slightest idea of what it is all about.
Like others, he doesn't even care. Not anymore.
Like a wanderer who keeps wandering for eternity looking for a purpose, he keeps on walking. Let everything passes as some others struggled to hold something they knew they can't keep. He knew they will read, so he let them read the entry without any hesitation like an open invitation to another side of the sinkhole. Which obviously people will avoid sinkholes or a gaping manhole without cover, and that's common sense.
Open invitation for people who would actually be replying with open arms (literally, which I have no idea what does he mean with that).
He told me, in a wondrous tone, "They left me wondering of a fact. This fact, like a sort of unwritten law, where nowadays one must seek the knowledge themselves."
I gave him a nod, and he continued, "And when one asked, most of them will reply with a sort of sarcastic tone, like 'Think of it yourself.', or, 'Why don't you find out yourself?'. I find that nowadays one must bite another in order to survive, rather than helping out each other which is considered lame and incompetent."
We paused for a moment after he finished his words with a sigh. I didn't dare to continue so I bid him farewell and in hope of meeting him again, if God's willing. But before I walked away, never turned back he told me this,
"Never mind any bullets they wound you with. Just keep forgiving. He's watching."
Song: No Song
It's already February and it's been months since he decided to lower his defenses to a point where a tag-written scum should be labelled big, hard and bright enough like a beacon. Tested, studied to an extent where a new-found species of bigot should be cataloged. He's not sure to call it a social experiment, a personal test or just to prove something that he doesn't even have a slightest idea of what it is all about.
Like others, he doesn't even care. Not anymore.
Like a wanderer who keeps wandering for eternity looking for a purpose, he keeps on walking. Let everything passes as some others struggled to hold something they knew they can't keep. He knew they will read, so he let them read the entry without any hesitation like an open invitation to another side of the sinkhole. Which obviously people will avoid sinkholes or a gaping manhole without cover, and that's common sense.
Open invitation for people who would actually be replying with open arms (literally, which I have no idea what does he mean with that).
He told me, in a wondrous tone, "They left me wondering of a fact. This fact, like a sort of unwritten law, where nowadays one must seek the knowledge themselves."
I gave him a nod, and he continued, "And when one asked, most of them will reply with a sort of sarcastic tone, like 'Think of it yourself.', or, 'Why don't you find out yourself?'. I find that nowadays one must bite another in order to survive, rather than helping out each other which is considered lame and incompetent."
We paused for a moment after he finished his words with a sigh. I didn't dare to continue so I bid him farewell and in hope of meeting him again, if God's willing. But before I walked away, never turned back he told me this,
"Never mind any bullets they wound you with. Just keep forgiving. He's watching."
Sunday, 16 August 2015
Of Random Failure
Mood: Each a tad bit of satisfaction, tired & blurriness
Song: Wolf Whistling Song by Ringo Hiyori
Took me months to find a time to finish up the third issue Paranorma zine. Aside of late submissions (and incomplete too) I find it rather hard to think on which focus issue or sources for the articles on my side. Forgive me guys.
It's been a while since I posted in english as well...
Well, I know people's expectations (especially parents) can be quite annoying, blasphemous, ridiculously illogical whatever you wanted to call it but then again it's for our own good yadda yadda
... it can be proven their blindness on our PoV (point of view) too. If only they try to understand our situations better.
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| I'm failing. Hold on... |
To define success is subjective. In fact some people think being a crazy wandering hobo is a result of success. Some people will think,
"Who wanted to become like of that crazy man anyway?"
"Eww... look at that scum!"
That's general point of view as you can see. How about this answer?
"What a good life he leads! No more carrying worldly burdens like us!"
See? All about PoV. Well, obviously I'm not promoting you guys to become like one (well, me neither).
To sum up everything, you define your success. If you think you're successful, then you are.
Cut that crap. That was random.
Love,
Thanks for the words. Thank you for reminding my eventual cockiness soaring like a crazy peacock about to hit an airplane. Thanks for reminding me that I can fall too. Maybe I used to fell so hard and in my mind currently pretending as if I'm ascending to the heavens. Thank you for sticking around.
InsyaAllah. We'll raise our own kids twice as crazy, twice as sensible. Obviously gonna inherit our craziness. Hahaha!
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| wishful thinking |
...and that song reminds me of you.
Friday, 16 May 2014
Happy Teachers Day!
Mood: Normal
Current Song: You're Still The One by Shania Twain
Today is marked as Teachers Day, and all the people around you, not only your usual teachers at school, parents are indeed the first of the teachers you were once faced. They taught you your first words, first step on both of your feet and cares about you the most. As for all of the teachers existed, including you, dear reader, I wish you a good day and all the best in your teaching process. It's a never-ending process of the lifetime. There's my short speech yadda yadda yadda...
Happy Teachers Day!
Current Song: You're Still The One by Shania Twain
Today is marked as Teachers Day, and all the people around you, not only your usual teachers at school, parents are indeed the first of the teachers you were once faced. They taught you your first words, first step on both of your feet and cares about you the most. As for all of the teachers existed, including you, dear reader, I wish you a good day and all the best in your teaching process. It's a never-ending process of the lifetime. There's my short speech yadda yadda yadda...
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| True indeed! |
Happy Teachers Day!
Friday, 28 February 2014
Random Post & A Poem
Status: Bosan macam biasa
Lagu: I Don't Think I Love You dendangan Hoobastank
Best lagu ni. Selama ni ada je kat dalam komputer aku baru aku tau lagu ni sedap. Hampeh...
Anyway sementara yang lain ke Melaka, Perlis semua enjoy zine fest apa bagai, aku terperuk kat rumah sebab takde geng nak follow. Takpe la, hujung minggu ni pun ada event sepupu kahwin. Bersyukur je la layan nasi minyak. Cousin favourite aku tak dapat datang bakal menambahkan beban bosan pada diri. Usya awek? Takpelah... dah berpunya. Malas nak cari pasal.
Anyway, alhamdulillah sebab kaki makin sembuh. Sayang nak duduk antara dua sujud tu masih sakit urat dalam. :( Harap sembuh la cepat insyaAllah.
Untuk memenuhi ruang post ni, aku preview salah satu puisi untuk zine yang insyaAllah, dalam bulan Mac keluar (kalau cukup budget nak printnya hehehe...)
Lagu: I Don't Think I Love You dendangan Hoobastank
Best lagu ni. Selama ni ada je kat dalam komputer aku baru aku tau lagu ni sedap. Hampeh...
Anyway sementara yang lain ke Melaka, Perlis semua enjoy zine fest apa bagai, aku terperuk kat rumah sebab takde geng nak follow. Takpe la, hujung minggu ni pun ada event sepupu kahwin. Bersyukur je la layan nasi minyak. Cousin favourite aku tak dapat datang bakal menambahkan beban bosan pada diri. Usya awek? Takpelah... dah berpunya. Malas nak cari pasal.
Anyway, alhamdulillah sebab kaki makin sembuh. Sayang nak duduk antara dua sujud tu masih sakit urat dalam. :( Harap sembuh la cepat insyaAllah.
Untuk memenuhi ruang post ni, aku preview salah satu puisi untuk zine yang insyaAllah, dalam bulan Mac keluar (kalau cukup budget nak printnya hehehe...)
Dive Into Dream
One day I will fly
High up in the sky
Reaching to the stars above
Now I'm on the ground
Lying on the grasses
Dreaming to fly high above
The sky...
So blue
Let me touch
The moon
Let us touch
Our dreams, our visions
Our hearts & submissions
How come we stuck in our past
See through tunnel vision
Left right they're just options
Which path will you choose next time?
Turn around...
See the stars
See yourself
In your mind
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