Monday, March 21, 2011
The Bird Chirp Calling Me Name
Friday, March 18, 2011
Led me the way
Can't you hear?
There's the call for us
Defeat the enemy
Become warrior in bloodbath.
Pure stain inside us
Deepest regret of none heard off
As we hold to the sacred believe
Or we're just arrogant to obey
The summer breeze
Drag along the memory
In hatred and anger
Stand up became warrior
In the name of god
Let me be your fisabilillah
Along with your khalifah
I pray to you Allah
Led me the way
In your blessed way
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Hurt and Hurt more
Friday, March 4, 2011
My Left & My Right
It's been a while for me, working out my own brain especially the left one.
The Left Brain a.k.a Thinking:
- Logics
- Sciences & Mathematic
- Prefer rules
- Linear
My world has been created and taught to use mostly the left side. Living in an academically success family background has made me the urge to follow the elders.
But somehow, the right brain needs their time too. I've spend a little time for myself to pampers this kind of need. For those wondering what the right brain is all about, read it through the bottom
The Right Brain a.k.a Feeling:
- Subjective
- Spontaneous
- Arts & Music
- Intuitive
Some said, we need to do activities to balance our brain functions. By listening to music while working might helps. But as for myself, I've hooked up with the Right function. The exploration in arts, music and feelings has taught me a new perspective of view in my own life. In the other word, I live in my own universe.
Being a scientist or an engineer always LEFT me out. I think it's my RIGHT who keep me smiling exploring my life.
A nice poster from Mercedes-Benz. I took it from here
http://modular4kc.com/2011/02/25/left-brain-or-right-brain-both-are-mercedes-benz/
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I might be sleeping right now
Rupture of a time
A dream, a regret, a relations, a hope and a future shattered in a split second.
Drowned to deep under where no men can rescue me. These story will I kept untold, I'll let the sadness eats me.
To kept me pinched awake, whenever I'm falls asleep.
Despite the pains I had, It's actually a story written in a fresh notebook. The pains relief by a fake smile and turns out as compliment to myself. It's the price I've to pay anyway.
Along the journey, I've met a few to be spoken here. A few people. Which has same similarities.
Similar in survival from a mistake in past and they succeed.
I've gather the thoughts, all of them have something to drive against their past.
A knife pointed in their butt to kept they running ahead. Rather not stopping and living alone in sadness.
What makes me running?What makes me ACTUALLY running?
LOVE?
DREAM?
or I just running because everybody was in their pursuit?Because I'm afraid to be left behind?
NO.period.
I kept running because of my responsibilities.
I have my debts on Abah and Mak. I have my debts on along,angah & ikah. I've have my debts on my family.
They are the one who catch me whenever I needed in my worst moment.
I must pay them. Not in materialistic term.
I owe you all. My tears in pains doesn't enough for it.
Thanks to Allah because still giving me a chance to look for them. Giving me a chance to erase the footprint to disaster.
Some way and somehow I still can't doing it 100% but I rather die trying.
I love them very much. I missed them now
Ya Allah, if you hear my pray. Please buy me some time to repay them.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Introduction
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera