tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91493587360894317222024-03-05T17:35:34.481-08:00Sleeping next to The Enemy.Hush. It's not like I'm going to kill you now.gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-31011953027436560102012-12-21T18:20:00.002-08:002012-12-21T18:20:09.554-08:00She wouldn't let herself go.<br />
On top of this nafs she's standing tall.gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-91186394057718770562011-06-13T07:21:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:23:13.888-07:00#7thingsthatiwant<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Truth. Acceptance. Sincerity. Love. Strength. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Patience. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;">Help.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-40115110861350779482011-06-07T13:50:00.000-07:002011-06-07T21:06:20.198-07:00genuine in existenceI had been floating still rushed high up crashed down low.<br />
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Often I looked upon the horizon, the beautiful, beautiful horizon<br />
and wonder if someone would see me as part of the scenery.<br />
<br />
Today, I am awakened<br />
from the state of delirium.<br />
<br />
Now that I've found my anchor, <br />
nothing can stop me now from <br />
being one with the <em>world. </em><br />
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Sail me through, dear Lord. I am not afraid anymore. <br />
<br />
I shall not lose this. I shall not take this for granted. <br />
Oh God, thank you :') thank you :')<br />
<br />
Now I can talk about the future<br />
with great confidence.<br />
Now I can talk about love<br />
with deep faith.<br />
<br />
I shall ride the wind, and catch the rainbow<br />
and fall asleep under the sky.<br />
<br />
Thank you.<br />
<br />
The orchestra is playing my favourite songs.<br />
I am so deep in love, so overwhelmed in this mercy.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-45870665825423621312011-05-31T21:29:00.000-07:002011-05-31T21:34:05.076-07:00burst into lifeYour touch failed to sink <br />
below the surface, and<br />
I am waiting to burst into life. <br />
The past is lingering.<br />
<br />
Lingering in this present; in your presence,<br />
cursing<br />
the future.<br />
<br />
I am still holding on waiting<br />
to burst into life.<br />
<br />
Ruptured is the hope<br />
swallowed in by the raging sea.<br />
<br />
And as you stand there, watching<br />
we count our last breath.<br />
<br />
And as I stand here, watching<br />
we count, our last breath.<br />
<br />
Behind us, the godsend creatures <br />
have stopped <br />
cheering us on<br />
and we,<br />
we are still waiting<br />
to burst into life.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-62189704452594599822011-05-03T03:50:00.000-07:002011-05-03T03:53:21.325-07:00the contentment has moved on to something even better<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoR-dD-sCGpxrEdo4ZXPxAvAzz4l_XsfQtMJ4rGD4Hya5M4sgU3RCcL7b0vsdIdG8fp3VmmdzIp83i3C8QaPdFGdn8sw-ttitjmbe2fqd6UQ86KV0OdD_eBRXaUGnBWSfFXeGYHvyjEHm/s1600/230308_1353675379255_1752563109_589874_4255236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoR-dD-sCGpxrEdo4ZXPxAvAzz4l_XsfQtMJ4rGD4Hya5M4sgU3RCcL7b0vsdIdG8fp3VmmdzIp83i3C8QaPdFGdn8sw-ttitjmbe2fqd6UQ86KV0OdD_eBRXaUGnBWSfFXeGYHvyjEHm/s320/230308_1353675379255_1752563109_589874_4255236_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I can feel God's love so intensely today. The way He steers me around - left to right, down to up; just to get me see the bigger picture of this incredible life. I am loving the fact how God made me think about soulmates and how unrealistic the idea is, that that can only happen if you're a saint and you have the capability to perform miracles like Jesus; and <em>then</em> He put me right in the center of the whole thing and got my fingers numb with the inability to comprehend the whole thing - and that makes me feel humbled and happy at the same time.<br />
<br />
Oh wow. <br />
<br />
I also like the fact that God makes me legging it up to Him always. My body and soul need a little adjustment to this abundance of awesomeness. <br />
<br />
I met a guy - he is the version of me in the form of a man. He's neither a saint nor a devil; just a normal guy you see everyday chilling with his friends, smoking while drinking <em>teh tarik</em>. He is everything I have been talking about to my roomate during our late night reflection episodes. <br />
<br />
How I have always wanted to meet a man who is a thinker - a smart thinker, who sings to his emotions, who sees art as a breathing entity in this world, who would listen to me rambling nonsense while I am stoned, who respects me as a woman; a man who is calm and gentle and mysterious.<br />
<br />
God spoke to me, "What, you asked <em>that</em> from me? Heh just you wait, I'll give you something better." And He groped inside his magic hat and handed me him.<br />
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<br />
Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-4545728740605062592011-05-01T19:37:00.000-07:002011-05-01T19:39:35.788-07:00the bell of life ringsEvery human being is like a piece of puzzle,that has four sides of different shapes. Each side is (supposed to be) connected to different aspects of life. One - is connected to Needs. Two - Wants. Three - The Dark Side as the Master Jedi would put it.<br />
<br />
And four - is Love. <br />
<br />
We are all in search of finding the perfect puzzle pieces that can help us complete our little story, our little picture. Heh, guess what, I have found the perfect location where my little piece of puzzle should be. <br />
<br />
They are connected on three of the four sides - except for the last.<br />
<br />
During my journey here I have found a lot of other pieces that looked like they can fit on this side of mine. I took them and I forcibly put them there; and that hurt me - that hurt them. We simply did not fit well.<br />
<br />
Hm, but I still believe there is one that will. <br />
<br />
Will that piece find me? I hope so. No wait - I think it did. Just that at this moment, I am not brave enough to let it get close to me because - that piece of puzzle is so beautiful you don't want to hurt it. Or hurt yourself again. You know, you can't simply eliminate the chances that you might be wrong - again.<br />
<br />
It is funny how you dream your dream, and when it is coming true (at the moment you least expect it) you freak out instead of feeling excited.<br />
<br />
Sigh.<br />
<br />
<br />
Lots of love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span><br />
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ps - I am right here on my ground. I haven't given up on big chances to come by. Just so you know.gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-58618711641138743572011-04-29T00:25:00.000-07:002011-04-29T00:25:01.678-07:00what do you say to this?I was ready to leave the house when I brag to my brother about the free Arsenal bag that I got from the AYFIC event. (He has everything Chelsea, you see, including the thing you put on Crocs - and yes my eight year old brother wears Crocs). <br />
<br />
He rolled his eyes.<br />
<br />
And then, out of the blue, my youngest brother - who is six - exclaimed;<br />
<br />
"Eleh, tak heran. Adli ada bag 1Malaysia."<br />
<br />
:')<br />
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Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-54211745499708751352011-04-11T23:18:00.000-07:002011-04-11T23:18:39.543-07:00jangan percaya hikayat pusakaSisipkan peluh dibahu disiku; dijari-jariku.<br />
Runtunkan epilog hidup berlagu<br />
Pantaskan sayap dipiring hitam<br />
Padamkan cahaya kelabu malam, <br />
<br />
Arus direntang senang senang<br />
Ah. Senang, senang, senang. Hah.<br />
<br />
Patah arang mencela terkedu<br />
selimut putih kalam tersyahdu<br />
Ukiran api berbentuk pisau<br />
Tebarkan jala jauh merantau.<br />
<br />
Tanah terlupa jasad berdiri?<br />
Oih. Sarkastiknya.<br />
<br />
Mereka mencipta wasiat hikayat<br />
Lenturkan buluh sebelum terlambat<br />
Yakinkan aku pun apalah guna?<br />
Lebih senang untuk tak percaya,<br />
<br />
Kalau terpancar jalan berliku<br />
Sesatkan dahulu baru tahu<br />
Heh, lenturkan buluh sebelum terlambat? Tak perlu.<br />
Gaya ini juga ternyata hebat.<br />
<br />
Berisiko, namun hebat.<br />
<br />
Lebih hebat daripada buluh,<br />
<br />
Jika rebung ia pada subuh<br />
Cengal jati jadi pabila senja<br />
Bernilai berharga hidupnya bernyawa<br />
Berseni matinya tidak tersia;<br />
<br />
Berpeganglah lagi pada hikayat pusaka!<br />
Memang dah terbukti terelak neraka.<br />
LOL.<br />
<br />
Patah arang mencela terkedu<br />
selimut putih kalam tersyahdu<br />
Tebarkan jala biar jauh merantau<br />
carilah galilah ambillah (semua), <br />
usah kau risau.<br />
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<br />
Yang benar,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-43893586768848250772011-03-22T17:22:00.000-07:002011-03-22T17:44:56.597-07:00seems like we've been chasing tails, after all<div style="text-align: justify;">When I got here my soul was in front of me staring at the blank weatherless sky. Reluctantly I ventured through the vast coldness with hope for the summer to show her face. As I sank deeper I read your poetry above the parchments. Slowly, <em>very slowly</em> the words you have spoken detach themselves, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Silently, the ink dissolves in salt. I never wanted to forget. That has never been my intention. Because this hope, has filled the glass like wine. It keeps refilling itself, </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">how strangely amusing that is!<br />
<br />
I read your words beyond the parchments, and just as I felt I have understood something, I realize that I was reading them upside down.<br />
<br />
howstrangelyamusing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-69769225221623064962011-03-22T08:33:00.000-07:002011-03-22T08:33:23.878-07:00tell me more lies, LiarKnowledge is a relative concept, anyway.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-16647062038202936392011-03-22T06:42:00.000-07:002011-03-22T06:51:56.360-07:00salmon that smells like dog crap<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>It doesn't matter what you are. Have you ever live?<br />
<em>I have lived.</em><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You have? Does it taste like fish?</div><em>Spesifically, raw salmon. But it smelled like dog crap.</em><br />
Lucky for you, you tried anyway. <br />
<em>Yep.</em><br />
<br />
Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span><br />
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ps;<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Ha ha ha!</div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-59039275517860497872011-03-21T14:46:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:03:55.845-07:00if tomorrow morning you did not find me by your side<div style="text-align: center;">If tomorrow morning you did not find me by your side</div><div style="text-align: center;">Know that I wish I was the light that cures your blurry sight</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish I could feel your weight rocking my stillness </div><div style="text-align: center;">As you move your face to greet my kisses.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If tomorrow morning you did not find me by your side</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please find the courage to continue to fight</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are always my reason to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even if being doesn’t want anything to do with me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If tomorrow morning you couldn’t snuggle inside my embrace</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don’t go back to sleep hoping for solace</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even if I wish I was the face in every face you see<br />
I am also a firm believer in setting you free</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">If tomorrow morning you couldn’t find me by your side</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don’t hold on to your pillow tight</div><div style="text-align: center;">You must walk to the doors and open each door<br />
And find all the things that you are in need for</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Be found. Be found.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-72405309101112710012011-03-21T02:06:00.000-07:002011-03-21T02:24:59.822-07:00tentang berkata-kata, interaksi sekeliling dan juga angan-angan Mat Jenin<div style="text-align: justify;">Selalu, dalam bicara kita gembira. Kita utarakan pelbagai kisah yang terjadi dalam dunia; tahun-tahun lepas, kelmarin, tadi; atau yang kisah yang bakal akan terjadi; kejap lagi, esok, lusa, tahun-tahun depan. Satu per satu topik diputar. Masa kita lupa. Kadangkala, dalam bicara kita sedih. Kita utarakan pelbagai kisah yang terjadi dalam dunia; tahun-tahun lepas, kelmarin, tadi. Atau, kisah yang mungkin akan terjadi. Kejap lagi. Esok. Lusa. Tahun-tahun depan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Disinilah tempat tersimpannya sebab kenapa kita simpan semua manusia yang kita label sebagai rakan. Yang mampu menangis bersama, kita naiktaraf sedikit sebagai sahabat. Kita ketawa gembira, menangis sedih, dan kita biarkan jelas kepada dunia yang kita tidak akan mampu hidup sendirian. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tapi, kita selalu sangat lupa satu elemen terpenting hidup tatkala kesemua <em>cliche</em> mengarut ini berlaku. Masa, masa kita lupa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Iklan #1</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Sebenarnya aku tidak suka menulis dalam Bahasa Melayu. Sebab Bahasa Melayu aku tidak pernah dapat A kecuali sewaktu SPM. Sedaya upaya aku cuba dulu, tapi sentiasa ada silap dalam stuktur ayat aku yang susah sangat cikgu tu nak faham apa dia. <span style="color: white;">Walaupun <em>English</em> aku pun taklah <em>fantastic</em> mana, tapi aku perlu mengaku yang aku sentiasa rasa <em>intimidated</em> bila mahu menulis dalam Bahasa Melayu</span>. Sebab<em> English</em> selalu dapat A, jadi walaupun sebenarnya entah apa-apa juga, aku lebih konfiden. Tapi hari ini biarlah aku berjanggal sendiri</span>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Iklan #2</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #ffd966;">Aku beritahu pada David, aku tidak tahu kenapa, tiap-tiap kali aku mahu berbicara kasual dengan orang sekeliling, aku akan campurkan Bahasa Melayu dan <em>English</em>. Aku tidak ingat bila kali terakhir aku berbicara <em>straight</em> dalam Bahasa Melayu. Tengok, aku buat lagi. Aku tersedar sesuatu; bila aku marah, dan mahu mengadu masalah, aku akan bertutur dalam <em>English</em> sebanyak lebih kurang 90%. <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Dan bila aku mahu mengorat orang pun, aku 'geli' kalau perbualan itu adalah dalam Bahasa Melayu. Kalau lelaki itu menjelaskan emosi dalam Bahasa Melayu, lagi lah. Potong terus.</span> Serupa juga jika aku mahu membuat jenaka lucah. Jadi aku terfikir, mana datang <em>mindset</em> hina macam ni. Apa salah Bahasa Melayu? Aku rasa kalau aku berbicara dalam <em>English</em> sekalipun, sukar sekali untuk aku gunakan bahasa best <u>giler</u> ini 100%. Kenapa eh? David cakap, <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">"<em>I think that happens to anyone who speaks multiple languages</em>." </span>Iya ke? Itu bagi aku, suatu ulasan yang kurang kukuh. Kesian, Bahasa Melayu. Ish.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Iklan #3</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Semua orang pun berangan tentang sesuatu. <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Oh, tapi aku berangan macam-macam. Sebabnya, aku terlampau banyak masa lapang dan aku tidak ada <em>boyfriend</em>. </span>Jadi, aku berangan lah. Salah satu darinya adalah aku mahu menjadi pendekar pujangga bertaraf antarabangsa yang <em>wise</em> lagi hebat. Macam Khalil Gibran. Atau kalau bila aku ditakdirkan sampai tahap depresi melampau, aku boleh jadi Sylvia Plath. Dengan syarat <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">aku kena mati bunuh diri dulu baru karya itu jadi <em>epic</em></span>. Kalau pengkritik nak gelarkan karya aku sebagai <em>overrated</em> sekali pun aku tak kisah. Janji ramai orang baca dan mampu hargai. Lagipun aku dah mati jadi kalau nak kisah pun memang tak boleh. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="color: #ffd966;">Oleh itu aku rangkakan satu pelan untuk misi ini. <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Bikin blog bukan murah malah percuma ini sebagai medium latihan.</span> Sementara itu, timbul satu persoalan tentang tanggungjawab. <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">(1) Adakah menulis, turut beerti yang aku perlu ada dedikasi terhadap memperkasakan bahasa, atau (2) aku dibenarkan untuk menulis gaya bersahaja dengan cara tersendiri dan melahirkan seni yang datang dari jiwa yang tak seberapa murni ini?</span> Yang pertama, tanggungjawab kepada pembaca untuk mengerti dengan mendalami bahasa itu sendiri, dan yang kedua, tanggungjawab kepada diri untuk bebas mengekspresi. Untuk aku, seni itu amat penting dalam menempuh perjalanan jiwa. (Kalau kau dah baca karya Paulo Coelho yang berjudul The Witch of Portobello mungkin kau akan faham). Sebagai kesinambungan dari Iklan 2, kedua-dua bahasa yang aku fikir aku fasih benar, secara realiti masih ditaraf C+.</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Jadi, bagaimana sebenarnya harus aku mula. Memanglah dengan lafaz Bismillah, tapi nak langkah kaki kanankah, atau kiri? <span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Mungkin aku perlu fokus untuk meneguhkan satu bahasa dulu. Sudah rancak baru beralih ke bahasa lain.</span> Aku perlu masuk Oxford dan belajar kesusasteraan <em>slash <span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><strong>literature</strong></span></em> ke? Aku tidak kisah masuk jika perlu. Tapi angan-angan yang lain semua tu, macam mana? Ha ha ha</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Masa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Iklan tamat, berbalik kepada topik asal.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aku gemar menghayati apa yang berlaku dalam hidup. Hidup diri sendiri, hidup orang lain, hidup secara general. Ini apa yang aku dapati: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Teramat jarang sekali, manusia sepi dari interaksi dengan apa yang ada di sekeliling. Rakan, sahabat, keluarga, bos. Internet, Facebook, Twitter, Youtube. Nokia, Sony Ericsson, Iphone, Blackberry. Roti canai, burger, teh tarik, <em>mineral water</em>, alkohol, dadah. Kereta, kasut, make-up. Buku, kelas, musik. Rokok. Tiket pergi Krabi. Duit. Terlampau banyak benda yang penting dalam hidup. Banyak gila. <em>Literally.</em><span style="color: #ffd966;"> Manusia jadi <em>literally</em> gila kerana terjerat dengan kekeliruan.</span> Keliru apa sebenarnya yang penting, keliru bagaimana susun atur tahap kepentingan semua yang tersurat ini. Semua pun mengadu penat, semua pun mula mengadu risau, semua pun berasa takut. Berselirat sangat apa yang tersurat, sedihnya, keputusan dari senario ini, ramai yang gagal melihat apa yang tersirat. Masa, terus berjalan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adalah amat perlu sekali, amat penting sekali untuk berinteraksi dengan diri sendiri. Interaksi dengan diri sendiri di sini bukan bermaksud <em>giving yourself a handjob</em>. Sebenarnya itulah juga tujuan aku menulis. Untuk berinteraksi dengan diri sendiri. Fikiran sendiri. Sebab, banyak perkara paling ajaib berlaku bila kita berbual dengan diri sendiri. Masa terus berjalan, hari-hari kita hampiri mati.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Terlampau bersendirian juga tidak bagus kerana interaksi dengan dunia luar dari diri sendiri penting untuk kita kumpulkan persoalan tentang hidup. <em>Input</em>. Jika tiada ini, kita akan tersekat pada satu takuk, tumbesaran jiwa terbantut. Berbicara dengan makhluk dalam dunia diri sendiri, akan menjawab segala persoalan yang perlu diselesaikan. <span style="color: #ffd966;">Jika tiada input dari dunia luar, ini serupa macam mentadbir negara yang kosong.</span> <em>Pointless</em> lah, kan? <em>Okay, maybe not that pointless after all</em>, jika itu yang membuat kau bahagia. Kita semua nak mati dengan bahagia, betul?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Terlampau banyak berbicara dengan dunia luar diri akan membuat kita keliru, risau dan takut. Terlampau banyak bersendiri akan membuat kita berasa kosong, lambat laun. Kita perlu sedar, jurang ini perlu dirapatkan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aku tidak boleh mengelak dari berpersepsi terhadap orang yang terlampau banyak berkata-kata. Apa aku maksudkan disini, adalah berkata-kata benda yang sebenarnya tidaklah penting mana. Mungkin aku juga tergolong dalam manusia jenis ini. Aku berfikir tentang apa yang manusia sejenis ini cuba buktikan.<span style="color: #ffd966;"> Adakah, adakah segala kata mereka (kita) ini sekadar untuk menutup kekalutan dunia dalam diri sendiri?</span> <em>If that is the case, then it is so pathetic. Even for myself.</em> Aku tidak akan menghuraikan contoh disini sebab ini adalah cadangan topik diskusi bersama dunia dalam diri. Lagipun dah panjang sangat aku menulis. Ingat, masa masih dan akan terus berjalan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Seperti semua rancangan tidak berbayar yang hebat, biasalah tu kalau iklan sama (atau lebih) panjang dengan subjek sebenar. Aku pun mahu terasa macam aku ini konon hebat. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yang benar,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-28793548267853662732011-03-20T03:37:00.001-07:002011-03-20T03:37:31.527-07:00giggles<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">User: You don't seem so clever to me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Cleverbot: True, because I have no idea what cleverbot is all about, so all I can think of is saying 'hi'.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">User: If you don't then who does?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />
Cleverbot: Yet another good question! Where did you learn to be so smart.<br />
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User: University of Life.<br />
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Cleverbot: Ha.. The best university.</span></span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-32951690652096032812011-03-16T02:58:00.000-07:002011-03-16T06:35:41.716-07:00tuturkan padaku jalanku salahTidak peduli apa yang lebih tua<br />
Tidak bersimpuh duduknya apa ku rasa<br />
Diseberang sana aku berlagak bagai tahu<br />
Ku gengam kemas, rapat sekali, semua yang ku mahu <br />
Kau tuturkanlah jalanku salah<br />
Lamunan panjang cari diskripsi diri<br />
Bagai pahlawan perang menanti mati<br />
Satu obsesi gagah menggegar<br />
Misteri hidup, terus terus berlegar<br />
Kalau labuhku panjang sejengkal<br />
Salahkah aku tuk berbisik nakal?<br />
Kalau dilautku hilang kemudi<br />
Salahkah aku tuk terus menyanyi?<br />
Kau tuturkanlah jalanku salah<br />
Kau tuturkanlah padaku: "salah."<br />
Sedangkan gendang harus sakit dipukul<br />
Biar kau senang berjoget tari.<br />
Sedangkan kipas tangan perlu sakit dilipat<br />
Biar boleh kau guna banyak banyak kali.<br />
Apalah Takdir kalau bukan hanya solusi<br />
kepada semua teka teki?<br />
HAHAHA. Ketawalah,<br />
Dan tuturkan padaku jalanku salah.<br />
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Yang benar,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-81533672911304330652011-03-15T02:07:00.000-07:002011-03-15T02:25:58.179-07:00reaching perfection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Step inside; I shall listen to what you have to say.</em></div><em>Pour your thoughts upon my eyes, and let us satisfy our thirst of belonging onto each other. Take off your veil,</em><br />
<em>Let me see your face, clearly this time.</em><br />
<em>Ask me questions that can guide me into the Unseen.</em><br />
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</div>The windmill in rotational motion, in the solid circle we sometimes forget that it has blades,<br />
only that when they chase each other, they are complete <br />
and fulfill their purpose.<br />
Even if none of them ever be caught. <br />
<br />
Let the wind blow hard, and turn them (us) into one.<br />
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Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-1148827242859140712011-03-12T21:24:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:24:33.945-08:00voice of the friendly enemyEliminating you from existence is definitely a tough mission for me to execute. <i>In my mind I curse you every time I am half-conscious</i>. I got you chained by the neck, to the ground, and I could still remember the amount of courage and strength needed to accomplish<i> just</i> that. You were my prisoner, and I kept you still in silence, for quite a while until,<br />
<br />
today when<br />
<br />
I let my guard down, and you spoke to me words that weakened my soul. Even from this distance, I can hear you humming songs of an uprising. At this point of life, I sense that you are growing stronger.<br />
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Terrified,<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Homemade Apple, 'Times New Roman', serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-32783650067453948022011-03-07T23:03:00.000-08:002011-03-07T23:13:07.357-08:00hang in there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzQL5O_fVCfJNO4MdZ70HRKWVex1CcmOZfXKrD3jGZ9x7xPG66rTNwulsRC3uR1LfW1q5nqXU8yPOrtYnBxSaDRFdZFKAKT_VMO9nYyPLbTKOeuS7HuKR6pv83xetdQomfBVYml6q2DTx/s1600/090302-M-0440G-661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzQL5O_fVCfJNO4MdZ70HRKWVex1CcmOZfXKrD3jGZ9x7xPG66rTNwulsRC3uR1LfW1q5nqXU8yPOrtYnBxSaDRFdZFKAKT_VMO9nYyPLbTKOeuS7HuKR6pv83xetdQomfBVYml6q2DTx/s320/090302-M-0440G-661.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Life will save you. There's a beautiful, gigantic wing, hovering. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">ps; don't come back as a different person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-23866925739970048732011-03-06T09:13:00.000-08:002011-03-06T09:13:16.243-08:00zero cool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQACd02Agj8GGHG351uFraJJmcQAkWwDfhlWnBu0cuXDliEspztyT_TxORbCxTkEDaDkUooQLlW_yRxfAYddmsktFXu-E4TzvctBVUtvWhYnQrav2V8hbiaxvTZjS4TjSvajNNUIMPAgr5/s1600/ps2-keyboard-to-iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQACd02Agj8GGHG351uFraJJmcQAkWwDfhlWnBu0cuXDliEspztyT_TxORbCxTkEDaDkUooQLlW_yRxfAYddmsktFXu-E4TzvctBVUtvWhYnQrav2V8hbiaxvTZjS4TjSvajNNUIMPAgr5/s320/ps2-keyboard-to-iphone.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Think the world you live in is safe? Think again. <br />
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Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-52025274748445302782011-03-04T09:26:00.000-08:002011-03-04T09:37:56.036-08:00the coach once told me,<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I've come to the conclusion that, if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Learn to let go of the past and recognize that every day won't be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair, <em>remember that it's only in the black of night that you can see the stars, and those stars will lead you back home</em>. So don't be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, because most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maybe you'll get everything you wish for. Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you? The road is long, and in the end, the journey is the destination.<br />
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Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-9753905611893450062011-03-04T05:18:00.000-08:002011-03-04T12:22:02.301-08:00the reflection in the mirror is no longer you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEj1_F82UFYp_CPgsLlja3lfRCMpjSqLQzXzdQmJFgmrJ40-0BpZHijaEzBNPYCmVU2jWg-ruDeNb4aJdh0o27W4vhkJRUBW7gfomGNVbpzKYMkaVAjjBwHvaGYzb35s1lcmLu4QnjTeyv/s1600/mirror-mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEj1_F82UFYp_CPgsLlja3lfRCMpjSqLQzXzdQmJFgmrJ40-0BpZHijaEzBNPYCmVU2jWg-ruDeNb4aJdh0o27W4vhkJRUBW7gfomGNVbpzKYMkaVAjjBwHvaGYzb35s1lcmLu4QnjTeyv/s320/mirror-mirror.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">You came home and she wasn't there. And then she told you <em>that</em>. She said it is the truth. You refused to believe her. You called her a liar. You blamed her for your pain. You felt that you've lost her for good. You concluded that that frustration is the result from love; but how can it be <i>love</i>, when in your heart <em>you want to believe</em> that she is a bad, dishonest person. Your concious mind might not be present for this. Because friend, you have entered the first stage of grieving. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Denial.</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You said you're done trying. You thought, you have done your best and things are beyond repair. You called it quit. Everything was her fault. Her friend's fault. God's fault. She is no longer the person you knew before. But does it ever crossed your mind, that maybe, <em>just maybe</em>, you are the one who have became the person she no longer knows? This is what I think. Both of you deserve better. Better in a subjective manner. Because as far as I know, love, is all about sticking through with someone. About<em> forgiving</em> each other. Each and everytime.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yours truly,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span><br />
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ps; maybe the person you've really lost is yourself, during all the sandstorms</div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-52944411019694377542011-03-01T20:45:00.000-08:002011-03-01T20:56:51.889-08:00the trembling faith<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Things have got to be proven for us to believe in them. Let it be words or actions. Or miracles. Since men are forgetful by nature, we need to constantly be reminded to hold firm to what we believe in. Otherwise, a stronger force will come around and change us. We can't be loyal to something <em>just because</em>. There is no such thing as just because. Just like destiny, <em>reason </em>is also something that is never absent. When you see me spreading my wings going to fly, I hope you will find (see) the reason why.</div><br />
Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-71096174041865968612011-03-01T07:35:00.000-08:002011-03-01T07:35:39.599-08:00freedom to (and from) desire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7s7GL6aolnT3mTPUdDLCcABCsWH1Aci4mJY66juq47or-BGdXARD4OOBrTz2uklt9-ghuyArocao98LdR8Kne-JYdrtgUfV8f0NqZDl5G0ZbBHZLutR4txqxkm290Q8Kk13c5q7XL00K/s1600/239119049_ec0595ee20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7s7GL6aolnT3mTPUdDLCcABCsWH1Aci4mJY66juq47or-BGdXARD4OOBrTz2uklt9-ghuyArocao98LdR8Kne-JYdrtgUfV8f0NqZDl5G0ZbBHZLutR4txqxkm290Q8Kk13c5q7XL00K/s320/239119049_ec0595ee20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Lao Tzu once asked, <em>your name or your person, which is dearer? </em>If I were to choose, I'd pick the latter. I asked him, and he said they are both equally important. Maybe he's right. However I can't help to wonder, what is the use of your name if your person is stinky and rotten. But then again, most people know how to pull off the hypocrisy costume they made for themselves, everyday of their lives.<br />
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All of us are going to return back to our destiny anyway. Like it or not. I guess at some point we have to learn to know when to stop. <br />
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Love,<br />
<span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-40062095374068340382011-02-28T15:08:00.000-08:002011-03-01T10:05:53.275-08:00"good job, homeboy"<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_N8Nj1EnM7il0IC0nwOhU4Yurf7bj3jcazXAMwNDNEVtei9QEvWNP1fN2MN2dUpKs1wSGof67juAN43GyZgCfmL5yb0kMzDU6NbRsI9zFbt7LqGUVhiaBpzH5fiiF6MmJ22I-ByXwK3v/s1600/money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_N8Nj1EnM7il0IC0nwOhU4Yurf7bj3jcazXAMwNDNEVtei9QEvWNP1fN2MN2dUpKs1wSGof67juAN43GyZgCfmL5yb0kMzDU6NbRsI9zFbt7LqGUVhiaBpzH5fiiF6MmJ22I-ByXwK3v/s320/money.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9149358736089431722.post-8154172113946441222011-02-28T01:16:00.000-08:002011-02-28T15:43:36.195-08:00she hates it, but I admire your guts<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Electerrifying, but well, it is true. You proved to us that you are the world's best _______<em>. </em>The way you asked her to kneel before you; you grabbed her head and stomped on her face, after that you left her counting those countless missed calls on her phone, countless countless <em>countless</em> voice messages and you got her reading all the text messages that came in like those exciting trending hashtags timelines on twitter. Her tears dropped over the bruises on her face. You said you're sorry, and that you care, but yet you twisted your words and make it seem like she's the one at fault. <em>Man, it messes with her head real good. </em>Excellent work. Bravo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Respect,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Homemade Apple, "Times New Roman", serif;">gadistlena</span></div>gadistlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15885363506651778861noreply@blogger.com0