"Art does not exist only to entertain, but also to challenge one to think, to provoke, even to disturb, in a constant search for truth."

"Things happen for the better. Allah knows best!"

jika ingin dituliskan, mungkin perkara sekecil A boleh menjadi masalah sebesar bukit. bisikan sentiasa ada. ya. ia memang satu saat yang sukar. bergelut, berperang dalam senyuman. permainan emosi yang sentiasa bermuka-muka. sekejap A sekejap B dan boleh pula menjadi Z. jika diikutkan, maka tentu saja si luncai itu contoh terbaik.

tapi ia bukan mengenai itu. ini yang di panggil circle. dear god, I know you are challenging me rite now. and I wont take it lightly anymore.


Stop being like this. I have to grow up now.


#see the time. its 3 am.

There it is. Innocence Of muslims. They did it again. There's only one question keep playing in my mind since I was a kid:


Why should they bother in what we believe and practices?


Call me anti-semitic, I dont care. But fuck you, thats why.

People are tend to be in their herd. Live among their circle. Any anomoly is not acceptable. Always, the black sheep is kicked out from the herd.

I live among them before. I was in the circle. Why? Because I choose to. But today, I'm on my own.

I've experienced the kicked-out-from-the-herds so many times. Later I realised, people just love to live in their fantasies. Maybe that's the reason why parents read fairy tale to their childs before sleep.

What a boring life.

Simple logic of democracy : country govern by peoples. You can express your thought through the election. You like him, you vote. Hate him? You dont need my advice how to throw him away didnt ya?


So here is the question. Why messing around?

Mak : Tahu tak kenapa mak sayang sangat kamu?
Anak : Sebab saya anak mak kan?
Mak : Tapi ada alasan yang lebih hebat daripada itu...
Anak : Apa tu mak?
Mak : Kerana boleh jadi kamu lah penyelamat ibu di kubur nanti andai malaikat sedang mahu memalu dan memukul jasad ibu nanti...
Anak : Mak! Janganlah...
Mak : Jadi anak soleh ye..mak perlukan doamu di sana nak...

#manlytears.

"your words is your responsibility, It's not mine to take care of."

Hebat saka dia ni.

Aku rindu keris aku. Walaupun tak boleh menari atau berdiri seperti ini, tapi itu keris pusaka keturunan aku. Arwah atuk aku wasiatkan keris tersebut kepada aku, tapi mak aku tak mahu aku memilikinya. Diserahkan keris tersebut kepada adik atuk aku, dan kemudian sepi tanpa cerita. Keris yang sudah menelan beberapa nyawa dizamannya dahulu. Aku rindu bersepak terajang dengan atuk aku di gelangang rumah malam jumaat seperti dulu-dulu. Aku rindu mempelajari survival skill orang-orang melayu dahulu, ketika berhutan, memburu, berubat, dan bertempur. 

Oh. Banyak yang sudah aku lupakan.