mendung

hari ini...hari pertama di bulan ramadhan...bumi kuantan di basahi hujan. dari awal pagi hujan turun, hingga kini cuaca masih dingin dan mendung...tiada tanda matahari akan muncul...
sama seperti mendungnya hidupku...sama seperti dinginnya hatiku...apakah hari2 seterusnya akan terus begini....

the price of love...so you think you're patriotic?

we live, we learn, we lie...for the price of love

Aku

Bukanlah seorang perwira

Gagah menjunjung senjata

Namun hati rela berjuang

Walau dengan cara sendiri

Demi cinta ini

if you had to choose

between betraying your country,

your family and your friends,

which would you choose

WHAT TIME IS IT?

there is a time for everything...
a time to be born and a time to die
a time to plant and a time to uproot

a time to kill and a time to heal
a time to tear down and a time to build
a time to weep and a time to laugh

a time to search and a time to give up
a time to be silent and a time to speak
a time to love and a time to hate


a time for war and a time for peace


what time is it for you...

WILD FLOWERS...walaupun tidak tumbuh di taman yang indah, namun... tetap berseri dan menghiburkan hati ini...

THE SOUND OF SILENCE

Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again...

Now that everything's over, everyone's gone home. After the hassle of hosting Debat Perpaduan, of running around the university, of trying to keep cool and scream at the same time, you would think that I would welcome the peaceful silence which eventually arrived. Silence is correct, peaceful?... not really.

and the vision that was planted in my brain

still remains

within the sound of silence

It felt more like isolation than peace. Its like the silence after a bomb exploded. First, there's the deafening explosion, then not a sound...either everyone's in shock or they're all dead.

and in the naked light I saw

ten thousand people maybe more

people talking without speaking

people hearing without listening

people writing songs that voices never shared

no one dared

disturb the sound of silence

The sense of isolation left by the sudden departure of vigorous activity was traumatic, at its best. I felt really lost, didn't quite know what to do or where to go...what I wanted most at that time was someone to speak to, to share the experience of the past few days...in retrospect. No such luck.

"fools," said I, "you do not know"
silence like a cancer grows
hear my words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but my words like silent raindrops fell
and echoed in the wells of silence

Now, its time to put my life back in perspective, a change of paradigm is called for. I've got a million things to do and I don't even know where to start. What I need to do now is to put everything on 'pause' mode and sort things out. Put first things first...as they say. Yea, that's what I'll do...err...as soon as I can figure out what should come first...

in restless dreams I walked alone
narrow streets of cobblestone

I'lI turn my collar to the cold and damp

beneath the halo of a street lamp

when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

that split the night

and touched the sound of silence

I'm turning off the 'pause' mode, now. Pressing the 'play' button. Running my life on 'design' instead of 'default mode. I'll make 'silence' as part of the design, that way I can controll it, rather than running my life on 'default' mode and letting 'silence' invade my life without mercy. Make sense to you?