Its time to be more realistic (relevant perhaps)...its the "I" word effect.
Fire burning bright here in the mistical jungle. I sat near the bonfire . Just to grab that heat to warm my night. We gather here with small group of friends. Special interest friend that have a common dream. We are the future thinkers i might say. We are in a group which names are not to be reveal. Even the name of the group. Our identity are so sacred. Knowledgeable words, and making rockets of dreams for better living.
Well that would be another chapter of my dream. Having a great discusion with players of the industry, economics, scientist, financial advisors, dreamer (of cozzhh)...and few other plus some taiko of Laws. Need Lawyers too in making some changes kan.
"mike, do you realise that we are the among millions of wasted young generation of Malaysia."
"Yah...one way or another"
I was thinking about life. Not just about myself. Others too. It is still foreign to me. I myself feeling alienated isolated from the great way of living my life. My soul a likely angel missed the wonders of smile and happiness. Lost in the great obsticles journey. Nevertheless, i stand tall, head up.
My addiction to become a success person comes because of the past.I never get the things that i want. I don;t know what to do about it now. I am stuck with happiness here.
I want to impire a generation. For my remarkable journey, achievements and untold story of walking up the wall. I may be the person that put to much of dreaming in my life. Forever i will be like this. Will never stop. I will tell my children to focus on what they like. That the strongly feel near to heart. Being in the circle of beliefers could put you on high speed journey. With naturally motivates your inner spirits and will.
The only person that believe in me is my Strawberry Tart. Who stand behind me when i fall back. Wipe my tears everytime i think about my bitter regrets. I am now a man on the run. But couldn't excape from the cage. A thick tight steel cage.
What else should i do?. I keep on asking that question to myself. I asked my Almighty God, to please listen to my wishes, my dream n my future. I wish to be happy and nothing to worry about when i gets older.
well, living in this world, the best answer and the greatest words of wisdom that suites me will be...
LET IT BE...LET IT BE!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Acquaintance of Scott Pt4: Prophesy
Leaf falling off from the roof. The great wind blows fiercely. The flower pots near his balcony felt down. Scott watched through the glass window. Sat down wondering and imagine himself playing in the rain. He is now 15 years old. Wished that he could be 5 years with just a blink of an eyes.
Push played his CD player. It was a Sony ... an old Sony CD player. Tupac rapping about his Life in Brooklyn. Tupac does not live among youngsters in Kuala Lumpur that time. It was all about Limp Bizkit, Korn and Creed. While only a few knows about Nauthy by Nature, Biggies, Tupac, Wu-Tang Clan and great Method Man.
Being around with friends who felt in love with the new era of alternative rock, Scott calming mixing around with them. Nothing put him and other away. Looks similar and not much of difference. Maybe to other, they way the dressed up, how people like to writes on the wall, doors of the toilets and starcase. But not Scott. He loved to read about what people writes.
"Si Polan cinta Si Ahemm since 1998"....
"Punk Not Dead...by Ayod"
and... "Kote ku Ibarat KL Tower..Call Lan - 010-BULLSHIT"
Why do people like to express through this method. Do it make them feel a liltle relieve or just wanted to be part of society. A society of whatever it be.
"Scott, ambik duit ni..beli gula 1kg and tepung gandung".
"Roger that".
He quickly change, put on his black hooded sweat jacket, jeans and flips. Walking to the shop usually take him 4 minutes. But this time around, he used different routes, a liltle bit further. Having his own time looking around, browsing his view a girls walking around the mall nearby.
He stand tall at the staircase infront of the shop. Taking his puff of Malboro Light. At sudden, a guy wearing grey shirt, with brown pant and shoes greet him.
"Adik jangan fikir banyak-banyak nanti tak senang hidup"
" Eh cik, saya fikir pasal masa depan...untuk senang hidup saya nanti"
"Takpe, semuanya dah di catat, ikut je. Pasti hidup senang seperti di fikirkan"
" Macam mana cik tahu pasal masa depan saya. Saya mintak Tuhan tunjukan pun saya tak nampak lagi"
" Adik, semua dah ada depan kita, kesempatan ada, kita dizinkan. Dengan raut wajah dan bentuk hati yang ada dalam diri adik, pasti berjaya"
" Saya amin kan kata pak cik. Saya doakan pak cik tenang seadanya"
At home, he rest his body. Tired of walking and looking around that evening. Scott wonders why that man talks to him that way. And he was not the first. It was Puan. Rohaya, a teacher at his school.
Or maybe it just a motivational words of people who like to talk about it. Showing of his capablities in taking charge of others state of mind. He wishes all of this are true. All scott can do is just wait. It may take years.
Scott is clever. A brilient master. A creative works of mind and he got this elocution every time he talks about something. Part of his brain consist some impure thought. In which help him much in solving matters that worries him. But it does not work when having a maths calculation questions.
He behave like inebriated mind when comes to imaginations. He once said that, out of all most paid jobs, if he could be one, and that will be Director of Dreams. Just like George Lucas..He got this thinggy space war in mind...who turn to somebody that trust him...Kapishh , he is a millionaire now.
It a fullmoon. He grabs his pillow and blanket and walk to his balcony. There he rest his mind looking up the night sky. Looking at the stars. Talking to them. Imagine UFO flying accross the dark night. Wishing that some sort of creature will appear and said "Boy, i like you and you have 10 wishes"....
In front of his house, there is this untouch 'forrest'. Well not that huge piece of land. But it was a thick bulky trees. Last week, a unit of the animal protection capture a young kitty Puma..Silky black and about 2.5 feet tall. Huge cat. No wonder his heart beats slowly whenever he goes near that place. Not wearing any talisman or whats not. But its just his heart beats.
Scott can feel whats coming. Gifted with pure and impure mind. But yet again, he is only a human after all. just like everyone, having their accounters with the devils. Sin and heaven coming side by side the body.
Push played his CD player. It was a Sony ... an old Sony CD player. Tupac rapping about his Life in Brooklyn. Tupac does not live among youngsters in Kuala Lumpur that time. It was all about Limp Bizkit, Korn and Creed. While only a few knows about Nauthy by Nature, Biggies, Tupac, Wu-Tang Clan and great Method Man.
Being around with friends who felt in love with the new era of alternative rock, Scott calming mixing around with them. Nothing put him and other away. Looks similar and not much of difference. Maybe to other, they way the dressed up, how people like to writes on the wall, doors of the toilets and starcase. But not Scott. He loved to read about what people writes.
"Si Polan cinta Si Ahemm since 1998"....
"Punk Not Dead...by Ayod"
and... "Kote ku Ibarat KL Tower..Call Lan - 010-BULLSHIT"
Why do people like to express through this method. Do it make them feel a liltle relieve or just wanted to be part of society. A society of whatever it be.
"Scott, ambik duit ni..beli gula 1kg and tepung gandung".
"Roger that".
He quickly change, put on his black hooded sweat jacket, jeans and flips. Walking to the shop usually take him 4 minutes. But this time around, he used different routes, a liltle bit further. Having his own time looking around, browsing his view a girls walking around the mall nearby.
He stand tall at the staircase infront of the shop. Taking his puff of Malboro Light. At sudden, a guy wearing grey shirt, with brown pant and shoes greet him.
"Adik jangan fikir banyak-banyak nanti tak senang hidup"
" Eh cik, saya fikir pasal masa depan...untuk senang hidup saya nanti"
"Takpe, semuanya dah di catat, ikut je. Pasti hidup senang seperti di fikirkan"
" Macam mana cik tahu pasal masa depan saya. Saya mintak Tuhan tunjukan pun saya tak nampak lagi"
" Adik, semua dah ada depan kita, kesempatan ada, kita dizinkan. Dengan raut wajah dan bentuk hati yang ada dalam diri adik, pasti berjaya"
" Saya amin kan kata pak cik. Saya doakan pak cik tenang seadanya"
At home, he rest his body. Tired of walking and looking around that evening. Scott wonders why that man talks to him that way. And he was not the first. It was Puan. Rohaya, a teacher at his school.
Or maybe it just a motivational words of people who like to talk about it. Showing of his capablities in taking charge of others state of mind. He wishes all of this are true. All scott can do is just wait. It may take years.
Scott is clever. A brilient master. A creative works of mind and he got this elocution every time he talks about something. Part of his brain consist some impure thought. In which help him much in solving matters that worries him. But it does not work when having a maths calculation questions.
He behave like inebriated mind when comes to imaginations. He once said that, out of all most paid jobs, if he could be one, and that will be Director of Dreams. Just like George Lucas..He got this thinggy space war in mind...who turn to somebody that trust him...Kapishh , he is a millionaire now.
It a fullmoon. He grabs his pillow and blanket and walk to his balcony. There he rest his mind looking up the night sky. Looking at the stars. Talking to them. Imagine UFO flying accross the dark night. Wishing that some sort of creature will appear and said "Boy, i like you and you have 10 wishes"....
In front of his house, there is this untouch 'forrest'. Well not that huge piece of land. But it was a thick bulky trees. Last week, a unit of the animal protection capture a young kitty Puma..Silky black and about 2.5 feet tall. Huge cat. No wonder his heart beats slowly whenever he goes near that place. Not wearing any talisman or whats not. But its just his heart beats.
Scott can feel whats coming. Gifted with pure and impure mind. But yet again, he is only a human after all. just like everyone, having their accounters with the devils. Sin and heaven coming side by side the body.
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