Quick, you prick!

O' magnificent is the heart,

Its beat beats a bit, 

And the bits that bit thee wits,

Questioning thy wits to its limit,

Contesting the writs that leads to crick,

and suddenly, Click!

The heart bleeped to a single long bleep!

"Poor is the man, never got the chance to admit,

what his poor heart was so close to reach"

An iridescent school of thought which can be stupefying to those who restricted their mind and shackled their onto their ancient dictum. Jailing their judgement without giving it a fair trial. A verdict that have many time befallen unto their own belief with such ludicrous and vicious acquisition just to avoid having ruled a maverick by the others.

The urgent letter from the President of the 'I'm-sick-of'-you-people' country....

Dear readers,

How are you? I'm hoping that you're in the pink of health. The reason why I'm writing this letter is to rant on you people for not able to consider the other party's idea. I just found out yesterday that there is someone who allegedly claiming himself to bring this idea that he thought could be the answer to the corruption that has been shadowing our country for so long.

Now, I need you to consider this idea where not all changes will lead to a better future but changes will change the future for good or for worse. The said man has been so successful in convincing you on why his idea is the purest of intention and the brightest and the wisest of all solution to the corruption that has been happening in our country. But I on the other hand, think his idea is only for a short period of time.

Demonstration and the use of strong force to break this demo's will just lead to less tourist, investors and the likes of it to come to our country. The byproduct of it will make us much like the Greece and Spain.

The only thing that I'd agree with him is that we need for a change. However, does not involve you walking on the street, crying your lungs out, standing under the scorching hot sun and listening to a lecture from a man who's idea is so vague and his facts are a 50-50 chance only to either becoming truth or lies for 2 to 3 hours long. My idea of solution is as simple as to switch on the light.

Both of the opposition and the government presented you with layers upon layers of lies to accommodate the forever unforgiving nature of man which is to believe what people said when anyone with such position would preach on them. The system of belief is so wrong nowadays.

 If you want to be a disciple of truth, then search.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche.

Now, let me educate you on what is the main problem before I provide you with a longer elaborated version for the solution that I have in mind. The problem is our attitude. Have you witnessed all the garbage on the side of the highway? As a Malaysian, I'm quite sure that you have. With this as our current attitude, than I shit you not that there exist no such thing as the feeling of being surprised in myself.

I am tired seeing us being told what we want and what we really need in OUR life! Let me give you an anecdote and try to imagine this simple illustration; I am sure that all parents(society) will be filled with rage when finding out that their children(government) did something that is utterly so indescribably wrong(corruption, bringing in the ghost voters and etc.) on so many levels.

But would you think the parents would even consider the idea of turning their child to someone else and adopt new kids who will obey them at all time? Of course most of them will never do such a thing, right? They would be angry, yes, but after about 5 or 6 long hour of lecture on to remind the child that what they did was wrong, they would try their utmost best to nurse them and guide them back to the righteous path, subtly, presumably.

If we want to make a long term solution, don't start when it has already fruiting. Start from even before we want to plant the seed. Start with the future generation. I imagine that we are all accustomed to the Malay proverbs which will most likely sound like, "Kalau nak meluntur buluh, biar dari rebungya".

It's a very slow and tiring process but we will eventually be there.

My deepest condolences to all stereotypes

I have a few discontent that I want to voice out.

"Learn till death"

I am certain all of us are quite familiar with this quotation, right? I believe we would all agree to this quote. We all should learn till death do us part.

But that is not always the case here, what would happen when some of us choose a different path to learn, (that is by not going to any colleges or universities offered in any state or country to obtain their knowledge), you would condemn them so surreal that they would be demotivated. They then would shrink to the far corner of their heart, crying because no one would understand them even if they tried to reason it out with you and no one would even try to listen.

I mean, why do we have to rhyme "college" with "knowledge''. WHY?! Because it is only relevant to study in these special places? Knowledge can only be obtain there? Bullshit, man!

Then I ask you these questions: If that is what you hold as your principle, then what will happen after you graduated, huh? The process of learning will abruptly stops? Your brain cell would snap? One's own ability to think would cease to exist? Well, I strongly believe it is quite the contrary, now, isn't it?

I would prefer if you ask yourself these questions: Why are you even in university? Are you there just because other people go there? Or just because of a sheet of paper that will not mean anything once you get a job?

But whereas if you would think what I'm trying to convey here is studying in universities and the synonyms of it is degenerating , then you would be mistaken. I am just saying that knowledge can be obtain everywhere. Even if when you are living in solitude.


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So, adieu my fellow comrade. :)

The Life

At the edge of a cliff,
I witnessed many things,
Birds flying at their own free-will conquering the sky,
The vast blue sea which ultimately awe-stricken me,

The hours passed seems like only a minute,
Stood there like a student admiring his professor's work,

It felt like an ant in the middle of a desert,
There lies no hassle,
Nor any noises that would drive anyone mad,
Just me and the nature that surrounds me,

I dared myself to take a little risk,
Lending a little faith on my instinct,
I marched forward to the very end of the cliff,
I could have sworn I could hear everything from there,
        From the waves hitting the beach,
        To the wind playing its tune,
        and to the birds' whisper,

Freedom felt within my grasp,
Peace seems to make sense,
It was gorgeous,
It was pleasing,

I stood there till the moon decided to join me,
And the glimmering stars would later became my roof that night,
I was so perplexed by the complexity of it,
and awed by the multitude of it,
Belittling my very existence,
Making me baffled again of how great I once thought I was.

'We can all be immortal' says the teacher.

Back in 2010, I was in Form 5; Madam Goh was my English teacher who happened to be one of the most ferocious teachers there is in our school. She once told me that there is a way to immortalize our loved ones. We were all bamboozled. No one seems to believe her. Of course, we are all are so naive and so conservative back then, I thought to myself of how impossible it was too! I mean, how can someone be immortalized? Everyone will be dead, right? It's just a matter of time. So, a few of us rebelled and start bombing her with questions. She, in a very strict manner, told us all to zip our mouth and started explaining. This is what she told our class:

1. Make an art about them.

She started to explain to us, patiently, that someone, unaffiliated with what their race, color, gender or whatever that is that cross your mind might be, can be immortalize by including or participating them in your literary work or any artwork. For example; Shakespeare eternalized his loved one in the Sonnet 18 or Leonardo da Vinci with his Mona Lisa (Is Mona Lisa a real person?)

2. Publish them.

After you've finished making an art about them, don't let it just lay up there in your mind or something, you'll soon forget about it. Publish it, or post it or you can even tweet it! There's a variety of way on how you can publish them. 

Tadaaa! You have now made that something or someone an immortal, sort of. If you're too shy about it, well don't be. You may not be the best at what you do, but at least you have to give it a try. No one was born as a famous artist or celebrity; they worked their asses off to be who they are that they got to be now.

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Adieu and happy trying! 

My Childhood.

As a child, when I thought of the future, all I could see was black. No, I wasn't unhappy or depressed. To some, I was considered rather as a convivial boy, as blissful playing with my posse of male friends in elementary school as I was when I would occasionally take a day by myself doing stuff that would enlighten and ignite the all-spark within me. 

But when the thought of the distant future surged into my head, of what I would accomplish and become as an adult, there was a vacant. I just didn't know how I would subsist, where would I live, and with who could I live with. I knew one thing and one thing only as a boy in his phalanx of pubescence: I couldn't be like my dad. He’s an awesome guy. A really great man in short. For some degenerate reason, I felt I couldn't even have a beautiful marriage like my parents.

It's hard to convey what that feeling does to a child. In retrospect, it was a sharp, dislodge wound to the psyche. 

My female friend vividly crystallized it in typical and slightly spiteful fashion: "You're not the marrying kind," she said. It struck a chord of such pain; my pride forced me to embrace it. "No, I guess I'm not. I mean I like the way I lived. I like the freedom that I have right now. Not to have any commitment and all,"

This wasn't a made up lie and it was more than just an excuse, it is a dodge, and I very well knew it.

Marriage, to some, is the most happiest day of your life. It is for a reason of course. Getting married is often the axis on which every family generation swings open. It is like the modified piece that is engraved onto the chest plates on the Iron Man’s circular centerpiece (nerd talk). In English, it’s very crucial. In my small-town life, it was more important than wealth, career and even fame.

And I could see my friend's point: the very lack of any dating or interest in it, the absence of any intimate relationships or any normal teenage behavior did indeed make me seem just a classic loner. But I wasn't. Because nobody is. 

In everyone there sleeps  
a sense of life lived according to love.
                                     -Phillip Larkin

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But I think I have a BPD, Borderline Personality Disorder. So, like usual if there's any comment at all please feel free to comment.