English Ivy

There in the corner

I saw you sitting

Next to an English Ivy

I noticed there a book

You were reading

Matthew Reilly's

Revealing your interest

Revealing your personality

That kind of person you are

Mysterious

It was a hell of a day

When work more than men

When men is just men

And a boss scolding a man

Where I am a man

And work is never good

As good as sitting here

In a bar

Having a drink with other men

Where in that bar

I saw you sitting

Next to an English Ivy

It was a sensual seduction

Where man and woman

Attracted to each other

A normal psychological phenomenon

Where cupid got loose

From his cradle

Flying in the air

Filling up the air

A man gotta do what a man does

Approach

To that English Ivy

Pushed my way through the crowd

Fumbling and stumbling

In the dark

But a bright end

Your the end

You shined your shiniest

Making a path

For my way through the mosh

As I near to the English Ivy

Where you were sitting

Next to the English Ivy

And I've said

"Hi" "May I buy you a drink?"

And I've sat next to you

Next to the English Ivy

Classic Love Letter

Ok.

I was halfway through the actual thing that I'm doing. Related to the topic.

But somehow, someone told me something that made me realized.

It was not worth at all.

I am always was, a naive.

That's a secret.

Of Sparks, Explosions and Big Bang Theory

Love isn't something that you work for.

It's an automatic phenomenon that happens in one life.

Love makes you fly. Or feeling like a child. Or wanted to kill someone.

Love gives us explosions. Erosion. Big bangs make sense.

Love makes you can't even understand a simple Malay word.

Or talk a word.

Love makes you go wild. So wild that you did a crime.

Love is something that makes you feel so beautiful. So comfortable.

Love is sacrifice. Willingness to do anything.

Love makes you taste different. Sweet chocolates tasted like butter.

Love realizing you that you have an ego. Or jealousy.

Or even realizing you that you're a guy.

I've felt this kinda things before.

I'm still feeling it now.

Long Live My Brothers

An air of news spreading to most of my school members where a junior of mine was back to Rahmatullah since...I'm not sure when...but still, a takziah I wished to his family members and his beloved brothers, 0610 of the Malay College.

A dimmish idea came to up me since that news grew. I always thought on how sad it was if one of my beloved brothers 0307 died in a short period of time. And most shockingly, if they died in this early age of life beginnings. Will I make it to tell him that it was fun being with him all the 5 years period. Will I also make it even just to apologize anything to him. And how about missing the memories we shared together. Will it not complete if he was not around.

When some of my batch members were expelled from the school, in a flash really, we cried our tears our and screamed from top to bottom. Not to mention those sworing. Blaming the administrations for being unfair. For seperating our brothers from us. It felt like they will be gone forever. Metaforically. But, what if it was real. Real enough to see them gone forever. Out of this world. Our thoroughbreding will come to an end. In this reality really.

Thus, I really wished to see all of my brothers now. Being together all through the bumps and swirl. Sharing our life stories and getting along again. So that we will not miss any of the chances of seing our miracles in life. Everybody getting married and have children. So that we all can see ourselves grow old. Eaten by time. Rusting old and helpless. Along with the Roman Pillars. Another century will be good. I would really love it. Because I love my batch. I love 0307. Let us live and die together.

Safest Journey, 53 Long Years. Really?

Independence?

Not so independence in the way I looked. In the way I hear. In the way I think about what others think. Still caught up in a war. War between them same races. In a prejudice. All the time. You say me, I say you. Narrow. Narrow thoughts.

What independence in that? No unity. It's better to be not independent, where you can see the existence of unity. Well, in my view really.

Whatever it is, it's the present we must treasure. We can't look back. Happy independence day. But really, meaningless.

Best Ideas Doesn't Need Long Thoughts, In My Experience Really

I've done something quite stupid and reckless. But I am sure that it was among the best things that I ever had. I've gone to Melaka and got back Putrajaya and went back there again. The second time that I went there was the thing that I did recklessly. I've accepted Paul Arden's challenge! Well, accidentally of course.

On Saturday, 8th August 2010 to be precise, I've skipped work and went to the bloggers event called Maskara Shorties. It was then when Nik Afiq's name appeared on my cell phone and told me that he was at Kuala Lumpur at that time. He was settling something about life and his future.. So, I did invited him to come along to the Maskara Shorties if he had the chance and he decided on to maybe. I've used Haikal to force him to come. Unfortunately, he came but it was the time when me and Haikal and his girlfriend were heading to the parking lot. We were about to go home.

Well, since he arrived survivingly to the Rumah Pena (or bangunan MAA to be precise) we had to meet him by chance. It was that time I came up to a daring and brave idea. I wanted to follow him went back to Melaka since the next day was his Battle of The Band contest. I wanted to see their progress and to see they battling on the contest too. Well, I have passion in music. It's my personality.

My point is, I didn't think too much. I've wanted a challenge. Going back to Melaka isn't the best idea to do at that time - if we asked for someone's opinion. But for me, it was the best. I have only thought to help my fellow mates to do their best on the contest though I haven't much in my music knowledge. And also I wasn't that important really. My senses told me to do at least come to Melaka and attend to see their performance. The result was, they came in 2nd. Big relief! And I was very happy and deep in my cold cornered heart, I was touched.

It was true when Paul said in his book that best ideas are ideas that you put to work. I've put a daring yet brave idea to work and it was a huge success. Moreover, the idea worth every energy, money, miles, sweat and even time. And even now, I kept thinking about the idea I've came through. Great moments doesn't fade easily. Even when you old and the story become dull. It was your great memory.

I've Read This

It's quite hard to understand on what this book was trying to tell us readers. But, since it's kinda motivative and funky, I found it very interesting. It's the word where I like to use the most on something exciting, RARE. This book really is rare.

This book explains the benefits of making bad decisions. It shows how risk is your security in life. And why unreason is better than reason. It's about having the confidence to roll the dice.

Ok. The above statements were illegally taken from the book itself. I can't write something creative like that. The book also told us to steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels our imagination. So, I've decided to write what the book says here. Just like Jean-Luc Godard said 'it's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to.'

Actually, we do need inspirations to change and motivate ourselves. Great arts too need a great inspiration or copies from others and all around them. We can't truly see an art came from a person that was really original. The person too eventually needs imaginations. That is what inspires them. For me, many things (or person) inspired me in what I've becoming to. We need something to do something. We can't do it all alone.

note-on-the-fridge : The author who wrote this book was Paul Arden. He only managed to write 3 books before he left the world.

Past, Present and Future. Overfloor Must Stand For Another Century.

Past memories are still haunting me. With my shadows and footsteps that still remains in those cracking walls and old halls. One will never forget how they lived through those days. Though it's just prints, but still, I left a piece of my heart there. Back there when I was growing to be a man.

I've just read a post from one of my beloved foster brother, Muhammad Alif, about our days in school. The post was about the difference of the present boys and us old boys. Luckily, we were not so old yet. But in the scenery, we can tell. How much the hated Mr. R had made changes that some of the students and most of the old boys can't even follow or respect. Though we were not too long with the before of the changes, but still, we had our moments back then with some of the tradition being injected in our bloods. Still good though.

The present boys are merely towards their educations but no fun at all. Some even didn't know what R.E.S.P.E.C.T really means. The word is not just especially for their present seniors, it even goes to the teachers, cleaners, guards and us too, the old boys. But still, some didn't even care for the respect towards their present seniors though. When we were all in the mighty youngs and careless, we were taught, harshly, to be self-respect towards own and others. Taught on how to be independent. Taught on how to keep secrets where only us could know. Taught on how to be a man. Educations were still important, but fun was there and good enough though we had to keep the word respects in our mind. It wasn't that hard actually. Staring would be a foul. Keep your eyes down and never look at those seniors.

In my opinion, present boys didn't actually learn anything from the school. Yeah, they did learn on Algebra and Velocities. But, is that what life is truly about? What about fun and adventure? What about life? What about sad and happiness? What about brotherhood and unite? Living under one old roof for 5 years. Is it worth if the heads be filled by only numbers and words. Other schools did that. But not in this special 100 year old one. Special things must be treated with special ways. Like kings and prince. They are special aren't they.

This special school leaves symphonic traditions as references where future boys could lead their own ways in being success in life. But the changes that not just changed the traditions, but dissolving it into the air and disappears from time to time. What is left? Nothing and no more stories to tell to themselves and their children and their children's children. Just a plain old stories filled with boredom and emptiness. Traditions were made to be followed, not to change it. Like wearing a Baju Melayu with songkok and samping. It's a Malay's tradition. One can not change the ways on how to wear it. It would be a disgrace to our ancestors.

With a new wave that was coming, I was really hoping that a century year old traditions could still remain in the air of Kuala Kangsar. Malay College students are not just students, we were once King of Schools and School of Kings. In my case, where me and my batch were LEGENDS. Future boys must live the traditions back to life as we would never want the Overfloor to tremble down. We will support you.

For Reasons Unknown

I felt like something changed within me. I felt like I need something new, something raw and fresh and something with high calcium. I needed a new writing space. I needed this.

Puisi gua, lirik gua, blog gua is the Malay version of my journal. This is the English version. For reasons unknown, I needed to improve my english better than before. Yeah, my english level is 3. So I put out this page especially just to convince myself that it is never too late to learn. Never the less, to practice. So I can be a better person someday. Better mostly in english actually.

A lot of things going through my mind lately. There's many thoughts that I would like to share. These thoughts even preventing me in doing my work properly. It also turns off my mood. I even got into misunderstandings between me and my colleagues. This disturbance gotta stop. That's why my thought came up till here. For reasons unknown, again, this page exists.

I'm not writing for names. I'm not writing for others. I'm not writing coz my mom told me too. I even am not writing for trying to be somebody important. I'm writing coz I felt like to. I'm now writing coz this mind needed to be emptied. It's full with thoughts.