Enthusiasm

At least overachievers move up in life. That is what I have to say to the community of Malaysia who chastise and critic more than mak cik kampung. If someone gets too ahead, he/she is pulled down by the majority. What a nice country to live in, no wonder outliers are scarce o find in this country of opportunity.

We are too busy warring amongst ourselves due to scarred egos and ruptured pride. Salah sikit, kritik bersepah bak hang. Everyone has knives behind their back and everyone is trigger-happy. Plenty of Malaysians choose to lay low with the majority - katanya takut malu, takut kena hina sebab terlalu semangat. Ceh, penakut tak bertelur.

Courage is something we need to foster in ourselves. The great minds of the world come from achievers - those who work. I've heard my friends say "mat salleh ramai hebat sebab diorang Yahudi, memang diorang pandai", or "orang Jepun memang rajin, sebab tu banyak benda diorang boleh buat", so is that a reason why you people are fattening yourselves up with nasi lemak and teh tarik, working dull blue collar jobs, and makan gaji buta? Shouldn't you guys be out there proving that Malaysians too can be successful?

Malaysia needs more people with fighting spirit. Genius is not a necessity, perseverance is.

Silence In Loudness

That moment when you finally get your alone time sitting in the midst of a loud and hectic surrounding of the college cafeteria. At that moment, you finally enjoy the self imposed silence upon yourself. Bliss.

No sense of responsibility to start or maintain a conversation. No need to churn out ideas to not be seen as bored. No failed attempts at humor. 

I finally relinquish any traces of social awkwardness and revel in loneliness. Human interaction drains me. To sit back and watch the life of others unfold without being part of it is relaxing.

It's the small things in life that keeps you going.

Shh. Watch the people pass by.

Lovefinition

               Love; a four lettered word that leads a human to a multitude of emotions - bliss, distaste, anger. Love is up to the heart to decide for emotions which are the reactions of our subconscious towards things. One can spend decades before realizing the person in front of them is The One. The most random of incidents could be a spark to something; either igniting a bright momentary firework or a dazzling eternal flame - metaphors of love these are. These are metaphors even I could not shape so well. I admit I do not know what love is. So I will leave you to define love in your own taste of tongue.

Silence

I saw a blind man
A happy man
Jaywalking amidst the chaos
He almost hit a wall

I saw a couple
Hot in a quarrel
Squabbling amidst the chaos
Of the packed warung

I saw a stylish man
A foreign man
Littering amidst the chaos
In the crawling bus

I saw people
Smiling people
Jolly amidst the chaos
A strange sight

Yet I stayed silent
Stupid me.

Foolishness

What are you fighting for?
A future?
The void unknown to man
A pride?
Your reflection
A gamble?
A worthless investment

Reverse your sight
All these time spent
All these scars and bruises
All the irreversible sands

Albeit this darkness
Standing wearily I believe
The dreams of eternal bliss
A lantern
The lantern of hope
I draw my will
I will fight


Then till now
Both of you are against your backs
Curled up and cornered
Yet,exit is a blink away
An irrational situation


Curiously,
Desperately,
Honestly,
What are you fighting for?

Strength

INVICTUS -Louis Untermeyer- OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.       A very stirring poem, the depiction of the ideal fighter. How hard life may hit you , how condemned you are, how shunned you are. Stand tall, unfazed, shoulders squared, determined. It is yourself who'll walk yourself to the light someday, and the judgment shall be passed on yourself. Never let the world dilute you in all its seeming wonders.       No, I'm not that. I'm frail, weak. Those are what people may see me as. But I'm not. These words are just whispers from the lost and helpless - Me. Allah help me be strong. Amin.

Kick In The Balls

I already see a pattern in my health. You see the most vital day in a week is Wednesday, there will  be the insanely most soporific yet tiresome exam ever - SAT Practice Tests, and there will be the 2 most crucial subjects in my syllabus that to me seems that of a far fetched hope to score - Maths and Reading. Sue me being a left-hander making numbers not my forte'. But thanks to the people upstairs, I have a prominent talent in designs and arts (but seriously I don't see any correlation between arts and Biology. Why did I take Biotech in the first place? Syuk you need to do some serious thinking - then again... I'm just too much of a lazy bum to do so. To hell with it.

Back to the topic, ah! Health pattern. I get sick always. Now I'm accompanied with a stuffed nose, migraine and fatigue. Somebody donate a bed to me please. I'd like some sleep. Please. Adios.