Abase

Abase is a word denoting an action of humiliating or degrading a person. The word however is not widely used and wouldn't be in many people's conscious vocabulary collections. Due to its uncommon usage, to apply this word in an everyday conversation would be deemed a tad peculiar.

I watched and I ponder, the bird's chirping sound can be faintly heard over the background of a still and silent morning. The fan was set to speed at maximum capacity. It is still a faintly dark morning and I have yet again fail to sleep like an ordinary human being.

This life of mine has no bearing to the ultimate eventuality of balance, this life of mine seems to be on auto pilot mode with no expectations of any kind. My life is filled with empty promises, instant gratifications and cheap cheap adrenaline rush activities. To be in a class of my own, to be profoundly stumped, to be astoundingly sound is pure hard work. I have limited vocabulary on life, I am blinded by my virtual nearsightedness.

Incessant rambling

Write away super hay said the headless scarecrow to the little boy hiding in fear behind a small mountain of rocks. He further lectured the scared little boy with needless wisdom on how a frail little boy should muster some courage in standing for himself, on how a small helpless boy like him should not be scared to something that was physically non existing like himself. The advise was of course, didn't bore any fruit.

Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa - part by part

BAB 1

Pendahuluan

Bismi 'l-lahi 'r-Rahmani 'r-Rahim

Alhamdulillahi Rabbil 'alamin: dengan nama Allah, Tuhan yang amat murah lagi yang amat mengasehani akan sekalian hamba-nya; segala puji bagi Allah, Tuhan sarwa sekalian 'alam; wassalatu wassalamu 'ala nabiyyihi, dan rahmat dan salam-nya atas yang diambil-nya akan nabi; Muhammadinil - ladzi la - nabbiya ba'dahu, adapun Nabi Muhammad ituyang tiada ada nabi kemudian; wa'ala alihi wasahbihil-ladzi yujahiduna bihamdihi, dan atas keluarga-nya dan segala sahabat-nya mereka itu-lah yang usahakan memuji dia; waba'du qala faqiru wabilfakhri wattaqsiri, kemudian daripada itu telah berkata fakir yang insaf akan lemah keadaan diri-nya dan singkat pengetahuan 'ilmunya; ada-lah pada suatu masa zaman Sultan Mu'adzam Shah ibni Sultan Mudzafal Shah yang maha mulia kerajaan negeri Kedah, pada suatu hari baginda keluar ka-penghadapan dihadapi oleh segala menteri hulubalang serta 'alim muta'alim. Maka fakir pun hadhirlah mengadap baginda penoh sesak di-penghadapan itu membicharakan negeri dan mengaji kitab. Sa-telah itu maka titah duli baginda yang mulia, junjongkan ka-atas jemala fakir demikian titah yang maha mulia, "Bahawa hamba pinta perbuatkan hikayat pada tuan, peri peratoran segala raja-raja Melayu dengan istiadatnya sekali supaya boleh di-ketahui oleh segala anak chuchu kita yang kemudian daripada kita ini serta di-kurniai dengan sejarahnya."
Sa-telah fakirul-ladzi tarakkaba 'ala jahili, maka fakir pun perkejap-lah diri pada mengusahakan dia. Shahadan memohonkan taufik-lah ke-hadzerat Tuhan sani-'ul-'alam dan meminta huruf kepada sayyidul anam dan meminta afwah kepada ka-empat sahabat yang akram. Hatta maka fakir pun mengarang-lah hikayat ini, maka di-namai akan dia Sulalat-ul-Salatin, ia-itu peratoran segala raja-raja; hadzihi dawirul-akhbar wa-gharurul-amthal, inilah mutia segala cheritera dan segala chahaya perumpamaan-nya. Maka barang siapa membacha dia janganlah dibicharakan lagi, terlalu amat sempurna bichara-nya; kerana hikayat ini tahu-lah kami akan perkataan kerana sabda Nabi Sallalallahu'alayhi-wassalam, "Tafakkaru fi zatulahi.", ya'ani bicharakan oleh mu pada segala kebesaran Allah, jangan kamu fikirkan pada zat Allah.

Pelacur

I was walking down the park one night
When I saw butterflies
A large number of them
Flying towards the light
How shiny, brazen and unperturbed they were

In and out
Cover
In and out
Silence
Fluttering their wings
Spreading their scents
To the amazement of spectators
And willing companions

They make every breath
As if it was their last
As they stare and smile
Swallowing their night away

Review of timshel Mumford & Sons

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

Life as it is, not very pleasant to all or some. Stating the obvious but sometimes what seems obvious are almost always being overlooked at. What do you get from a fixed mindset or belief as life nourishes, nurtures, destroys and ultimately kills.
And this lead to your insecurities where without fail it would creeps up to you unannounced. But would these episodes scarred you? Well, you toughened up for sure but your soul, yeah it would be intact. A suggestion of dual properties? Your inner self is not your soul?

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

We are unique, we are on our own, yet we are one and we are the same therefore we are never alone. Free yourself from the generalization of gender and you would find that everyone is equal to one another and would be there for one another.

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

Everyone is a creator, nurturer and bringer of something or another where our creation be it in our heart, desire or physical are well kept alive by our attention, belief and determination. And this is by design our choice to make and by having this freedom of choosing without the supposed or made up coercion, allusion or false subjugation we are indeed our own captain of our ship. And this made us far apart from other beings of this universe for we are above and beyond from what we would imagined ourselves to be.

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you

The things unknown to us are not to be feared for we can band together and strive and order our destiny to our choice yet the choice falls upon our individual self and not from others.

Majority sucks

The controversy surrounding what the common people like against what the learned people like would always pose interesting polemics where taste, sense and subjectivity are put to test. Majority should never win because of the apparent biasness almost always presents itself. What should be at the top consideration would be the reasonableness of that decision and not on popular views or lobbied ones. In the general sense, all men are not created equal and this vast disparity seems to make the world moving dynamically instead of moving on constant.

Light and shadow

Let there be light, so the light would guide us home to where our heart dwells, to where our thinking lies. Funny on the word lies as if a pseudo meaning waiting to erupt from this thinking. How true is our thinking that we should vehemently deny? When there is light, there would be opportunity to take pictures and when there is light there would be opportunity for work to be completed. But this mind can think without the existence of light or can it?

Let there be shadow, so we would know that there's a dark side of us? let there be shadow so that we can play with our heights and laugh together with our friends as we try to step on each other's shadow. The appreciation of movement in its most intangible form and even how beautiful the movement being realised, the shadow would remain dark, stark and empty. Does it hold value then this shadow of us?

AKU

Write away super hay in the heyday of today say bay. And the one not knowing what to write would try to write incessant nonsensical thoughts but to what benefit would it profess? Come together we together being better and ops i slipped the butter off from my fingers.
Do any of us know of our ownself, that we could call ourself the inner us whenever that we want to, and this us residing within ourselves, the us is our soul, waiting for our command and waiting for our niat so that this us can deliver accordingly as long we retain our memory on this command. The problem with us is that we would often forget, and our conviction never stay true for long. Do we have to pin the supposed things that we should remember somewhere near to us.

Hell yeah

To rule this world by mere magic is cheating to the very core, con artist, you will never be remembered. What is it that you really want? Fantasy is the only thing that will linger in your world. Forever asleep, why dont you. I have greater things to do besides entertaining your foolish notions. Go and spread your beliefs to someplace else. I cast a spell on you then, since you are so involved with your cheating skills, let there be no one beside your side, when your world crumble to nothingness, let every particles, matters and consciousness forget on your very existence and then you will realise that you are nothing but a tiny dancer who forgets his dance of life. In the darkness you go, because even the light wouldnt want to shine on you. Be riddance!

Alas

Need us to be aware of our own super conviction when the real value of just and bended truth are wasted in the altar of happiness. Do we go to your house to taste that mandarin orange offered nicely within a bowl of lingering prayer. Where do we start to realise that there's nothing mysterious in life and however hard we try to redress the issue wouldnt we come back to where we'd started. Put your hand in my basket and I will carry it to the counter and while I'm there, the clerk would put her bestest smile and asked would it be cash or card sir. I am purchasing your hand with my expired credit card, would it matter?

softly

all of those harsh thoughts, so unkind...cos i wanted you. Here at the circle of life weakening plight, wandering eyes, rottening tooth. In this tainted soul, in this episode of receeding hairlines and certain akward awakening. Standing.

life's like that

we are going away from this life for we are not contented with the mere presence of the current set ups. Through life we concoct lies and opportunities then we weaved them together to create more greater expectations. Go to where you are needed try salvaging those bruised ego and salivate on the rest that was left behind. Touch your ear lobe, scratch the dirt out with your bare hands and smile to the world. For we know what is coming to end. We got what we wanted so we leave with no much regrets. And to the new scene we unfold. Petal by petal we strip that lovely flower till it manifest into a bud so ugly that not a simple minded insect would dare to sit upon. The wind blew the sky, it drove the sky away from our sight. Sympathy to those who lost sight of their own mistakes and only see the light coming out from their nose. It glows brightfully until it blinded the whole nation and as if miracle visited the dead everyone keep on to the illusion of self apathy.

sleepyhead

smile away to your way, just like me trying to get to the other side, an open ride though sometimes we glide. The plight of pride did not climb to blind the whereabout of existence. it penetrates to the bone and crack every single muscle until you bleed inside, though it will never gush out. Blue black of pain, bright light of sanity transcend to those who claimed their understandings based on social acceptance and popular belief. Some refuse to sleep while others go crazy at night, salivating on untouched territories.

Muse

drained, extinguished off this supposed creativity, where is the love and affection? everyday is a new day, everyday looking for materials to write and restrictions plus conditions granted with small amount of salt. living vicariously on other people's life, gaining popularity from things that people will never acknowledge yet everyday without fail you log on to the net browsing the same thing and fall into the trap of the century: of you being the hero and saving the world from frustration and pain. come to me let me build you a new life allow me to give you a sense of belonging so you could walk over anyone that ever treat you nasty. walk over them, step on them squeeze their little balls until they bleed incessantly and jump on them dont stop jumping until they were lifeless. nothing as ever satisfying as watching something wither away, treat it like watching a rose die, treat it like watching an idea being put off. always on your feet, listen to your boss, never argue, you dont have any say, you merely exist to serve your function so they can parade you around tell bad things about you in front of their contemporaries. sometimes people forget that other people have feelings and being compassionate is never in the book, long has it lost its way in the forest. start with a smile and then pretend your life is always easy, walking to work is a good exercise when in reality you just dont have enough to buy a god damn car.

EMPATHY

angry is a mild word, this feeling inside should freely be associate with rage, impulsive outburst, a sense of helplessness. The world is moving too fast and i'm trailing behind it with utter contempt. couldnt i do something even a spectrum of change to make my life a bit better. This is going too far, melting hearts, vanished wisdoms aging body. where can i find the strength to just hold on. How much more pain can one endure to lead a comfortable life, how many ideologies should one stuff in one head to walk with one's head held high. It's crumbling into pieces, disintegrating slowly yet would never leave any historic marks that could be beneficial to the next generations. I am not what i was 5 years ago. I am someone that i do not know, stranger to my family and friends and far more stranger to meself. i do not have a conviction, no plateau to rest my weary head. the world is spinning too fast i'm i'm alreaDY OUT OF BREATH.

Start

This is the way a story starts, when guiles and deceptions dominates the overall feeling of the story. It blinds whatever judgment encrypted, still heart never matters, bottomline purporting to disguise the essence extracted. Of going into a dream never dare spoken by. Dream existed from parts and pieces conjured into reality from selective discrimination. Discretion a dangerous game played by the uninitiated yet practised widely to fend off defiant viruses.

hala tuju

almapetro woliudhu rtuit hgiert jailom and what is the real life when a mother begs with swollen pride and welling tears for her son to return to her, and call her mother again. Last and depart this one of the life and what for you this now is going to be a long one. Could not think of anything that could prolong this conversation when three old lady convenes under a spiral staircase badmouthing anyone at their sights. We want you as your own man, we will love you when you perform your work rather exceptionally but we will not spare you when you make mistakes. We are creatures of arrogance and even when we die we demand our name to be engraved.

dino

walking like a dinosour just giving away your pre historic habits and you just couldnt be bothered.