The blue skies. The polluted Malacca Straits. The calm seas of the east. We we're never good for you. She knows. Yes she knows. We're divided inside. Dancing our fans and working our squared caps. We're controlled. Yes! We are measured. We're weighted and we have been deemed unworthy.
The people. The rakyat. The ones that matters. We hold back. We sing our hearts out. We scream. We're hurt. We are united. We all look towards the red sky. We yearn. We please. We are bounded. We all look towards the red sky.
The silver linings. The strings that plays. The hope it brings. The tunes of liberation. The oppression.
Oh! Here lies the oppression in blue and yellow missing the red and white.
The bus numbered eleven. It carries us. The never ending hike up the hills of Jerusalem. Holding hands. We will be without regrets. We will carry our weights. Our red, blue, white and yellow. The crescent and the star.
We will love you. Always. For we are you.
We will love you. Always. For you are who we are.
full stop
Monday 20 January 2014
Thursday 16 January 2014
Being me
The mistakes. Being human. Forgetting the words. I will give in. I will volunteer to be your life.
I remember and I forget. I tremble and I fear. I promise and I break. I swear and i curse.
I'm never the person I wanted to be.
I live and I speak of it. The tales, the lies and the stories. I made them laugh, I made them smile. I'm tired. I need to be. Now let me slip so I can sleep away.
I've got a warm heart.
I cry truths. I love all i love. I feel the beats. I hear the truths. I'm sorry I betrayed you. Hazel was the colour of my eyes. The mirror never lies. The flow that follows.
I love that you'll live. I feel the beats. I hear the truth. I'm sorry i betrayed you.
I'll still be who i'm meant to be. What I was said I would to be. What I want to be. I will.
With a warm heart and all the medicine. I'll never betray myself.
I'm tired. I'm weak. I'm irrelevant. It's just me being me. I'm irrelevant.
I am who I will be.
Full Stop
Wednesday 15 January 2014
The secret life of the not so introverted
Note: the references and characters i'm drawing out for this post may or may not be related to anyone/anything alive or dead. the post is purely fictional and tho it may step on a few toes, it doesn't really matter cause you'll still have your legs intact...happy reading :)
....
"Hi..." and that's all i got from an actual introvert who wouldn't continue our conversation beyond the greeting...hence the "blank" post in http://beingasimpleton.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-secret-life-of-introvert.html...
but that's never always the case...however! that's not what we're here to read about. As much as the extroverted are constantly placed on the alter to be worshiped and looked up upon, "oh, he/she's so outspoken!" or "he/she really is the life of the party!" "i will die for you Gandhi wannabe!"...not all extroverts actually like the sun to always be shinning down on them...and for the sake of convenience, we shall name the extrovert "God".
I, like to be left alone too.
some alone time won't kill. God don't always draw energy from others. sometimes a crowd is a pain. imagine the pressure pleasing every tom, dick, harry and sally needing the attention from God. Having created the bonds that holds mankind together is tiring enough seeing the diversity in the knots and ends it has to untangle.
A pine of beer and some music is sometimes all it takes to rejuvenate God. Speaking to himself, hearing his thoughts and interpreting the music of mankind can be relaxing. who knows!
A quote from a friend, Robbie Fulks:
"I live being left alone, I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky, A glass of Côtes du Rhône, I like summer, I like fall, I like music, but most of all, I like being left alone"
More than 5 is definitely a crowd and I can only sparkle for 5 minutes or so with 10
What ever happened to conversations and meaningful conversations. God will hold a pillow on a bed if it meant breaking off a group of 10 to be with the 5. Sharing, caring, eventually smoking at the balcony with a friend or two, chatting over a bottle. Trust him, it's less stressful then trying to come up with a "how did the chicken cross the road" joke. Intimacy being the cement that strengthen the bonds really carries weight here.
Yes, there are the occasional appearances on Saturday Night Life. The eyes turn to him and expectations build up. He's finally saying something and I swear it's going to be epic thinks the crowd. Nevertheless, he never lets anyone down. It'll last, definitely. Everyone goes home happy and God goes home tired. Hey, he's only human.
I sit at the end of the bus because I need to shut my mouth and mind
No! God's not coming up with new stories to tell. He just wants to admire then rain fall that hits the window, the smoker who dropped his cigarette into the puddle, the kid who smiles and waves at the buses and cars that passes by. Winding down is hard. Imagine having absorbed the life of the hundreds you see in a day.
Filtering's a bitch and the mouth gets tired too.
I'm a self absorbed Bastard and YES, i'll reject your calls.
Yes, God will listen but will he always react? Dumb statements and comments will always be stupid, regardless. God rejects calls, definitely! There will always a favorite list and trust me when i say Mother Theresa is not always in the top 10. Needing to stoop down is insulting and it needs lots of patience. For that I've (on behalf of God) came up with an equation:
Patience = Friendliness level + I'll still be able to smile scale - (Time left to live * estimated number of idiotic people you'll ever come across in a lifetime)
Note: friendliness level is a scale between 1 - 10.
I'll still be able to smile scale: 5 - 20
No! Life's not cruel nor is she being a bitch.
Newton made a fair statement.
"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction"
though this has nothing to do with him being an extrovert, God still took reference to his writings.
Extroverts don't rule the world
Period.
Full Stop
....
"Hi..." and that's all i got from an actual introvert who wouldn't continue our conversation beyond the greeting...hence the "blank" post in http://beingasimpleton.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-secret-life-of-introvert.html...
but that's never always the case...however! that's not what we're here to read about. As much as the extroverted are constantly placed on the alter to be worshiped and looked up upon, "oh, he/she's so outspoken!" or "he/she really is the life of the party!" "i will die for you Gandhi wannabe!"...not all extroverts actually like the sun to always be shinning down on them...and for the sake of convenience, we shall name the extrovert "God".
I, like to be left alone too.
some alone time won't kill. God don't always draw energy from others. sometimes a crowd is a pain. imagine the pressure pleasing every tom, dick, harry and sally needing the attention from God. Having created the bonds that holds mankind together is tiring enough seeing the diversity in the knots and ends it has to untangle.
A pine of beer and some music is sometimes all it takes to rejuvenate God. Speaking to himself, hearing his thoughts and interpreting the music of mankind can be relaxing. who knows!
A quote from a friend, Robbie Fulks:
"I live being left alone, I like chocolate pie, clear blue sky, A glass of Côtes du Rhône, I like summer, I like fall, I like music, but most of all, I like being left alone"
More than 5 is definitely a crowd and I can only sparkle for 5 minutes or so with 10
What ever happened to conversations and meaningful conversations. God will hold a pillow on a bed if it meant breaking off a group of 10 to be with the 5. Sharing, caring, eventually smoking at the balcony with a friend or two, chatting over a bottle. Trust him, it's less stressful then trying to come up with a "how did the chicken cross the road" joke. Intimacy being the cement that strengthen the bonds really carries weight here.
Yes, there are the occasional appearances on Saturday Night Life. The eyes turn to him and expectations build up. He's finally saying something and I swear it's going to be epic thinks the crowd. Nevertheless, he never lets anyone down. It'll last, definitely. Everyone goes home happy and God goes home tired. Hey, he's only human.
I sit at the end of the bus because I need to shut my mouth and mind
No! God's not coming up with new stories to tell. He just wants to admire then rain fall that hits the window, the smoker who dropped his cigarette into the puddle, the kid who smiles and waves at the buses and cars that passes by. Winding down is hard. Imagine having absorbed the life of the hundreds you see in a day.
Filtering's a bitch and the mouth gets tired too.
I'm a self absorbed Bastard and YES, i'll reject your calls.
Yes, God will listen but will he always react? Dumb statements and comments will always be stupid, regardless. God rejects calls, definitely! There will always a favorite list and trust me when i say Mother Theresa is not always in the top 10. Needing to stoop down is insulting and it needs lots of patience. For that I've (on behalf of God) came up with an equation:
Patience = Friendliness level + I'll still be able to smile scale - (Time left to live * estimated number of idiotic people you'll ever come across in a lifetime)
Note: friendliness level is a scale between 1 - 10.
I'll still be able to smile scale: 5 - 20
No! Life's not cruel nor is she being a bitch.
Newton made a fair statement.
"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction"
though this has nothing to do with him being an extrovert, God still took reference to his writings.
Extroverts don't rule the world
Period.
Full Stop
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