Sunday, July 16, 2006

Poem of The Cloak

Is it because of your remembrance of the neighbours of Dhi-salam.
That tears mixed with blood are flowing (from your eyes).
Or is it because of the breeze blowing from Kaazimah.
Or it is the lightning struck in the darkness of the night Idam
What has happened to your eyes, (the more) you tell them to stop, the more they continue flowing.

What is the matter with your heart, (the more) you tell it to come to its senses, (the more it is distracted).
Does the lover think that his love can be concealed.
While his eyes are shedding tears and his heart is glowing.
Had it not been for the love, you would not have shed tears at the ruins (of your beloved).
Nor would you become restless at the remembrance of the cypress (tree) the high mountain.
How do you deny love after the testimony.
Borne against you by (such) reliable witnesses as your yours and your illness.
Love has ingrained two lines of fear, and withered your face.
On your cheeks like yellow rose and the reddish tree.
Yes! Thoughts of the beloved came to me at night and kept me awake.
And love transforms pleasure into pain.
you who reproach me, regarding my love, excuse me.
From me to you if you do justice, you would not reproach me.
My state (of love) has been expressed to you, (now) my secret is no longer concealed.

From those who malign (me), nor is there (something to) check my agony.
You have sincerely advised me , I did not heed it.
For verily a lover is deaf to those who advise him.
I regarded with suspicion the advice of the elders in reproaching me.
(Wisdom) in the advice of the elders is above suspicion.

Imam Busairi
ok..this poem is not is the qasidah imam Busairi..nice a great story behind..u wanna noe the story?find out urself..hehe..ok my results...and it sucks big time i tell u....big time..anywae...this is the first yeah...just take it as a learning curve..hope to score of my mid-course..

Al-fatihah to Almarhum Syed Ahmad Semait who passed away in his destination to Kuala Lumpur on 15/7. May Allah bless him, and place him in paradise.

On a lighter note, i am in this pidato shit, a kind of malay language oratorical contest...ashraf and fatimah is in too..evg makes great speakers...

this have been lingering in my mind nowadaes...and soon...i will craft it into a poem..people who momentarily forget that others have feelings...i see it thru witness and experience, hears it thru ink and wait for that poem in my next entry..aight...

school is totally tiring...i'm usually fatigued by the time its friday afternoon...after prayers...i just wanna have some rest...take it slow and steady...catch up on more important things in life...unfortunately in SG, education is one of them..

till here i shall spit...take care and have a good week ahead..

I'm outta here..

Respect till infinity


She's Prime.

Saturday, July 01, 2006


Whether it is a sign onto man
or just part of predestination,
it is a message being sent,
of mercy and compassion.
When it meets their eyes and all was light,
their minds drift into wonders.
Names and phrases as they try,
to search and discover the answers.

Even after the ideas and finds,
impromtus that goes unplanned.
Deny they did of a divine,
Authority over lives of man.
It's been a long way, it might have been
still there's an ocean of secrets concealed within.

Zulqarnain MN
Word. This ish came to my mind when i was on my bed falling asleep. It was 3 in the morning and i woke up like one lunatic, grabbed a pen and spit it on paper.

Anyway, exams are done..summer tests are done..only one thing bugging me until the end of year...the Project Work much has to be thing after by one they come..conspiracy shit...but well..lifes good so far..on the 21 june went to watch theviva musica..its a band performance by hai sing catholic at victoria was aaaaaaaaaaight......but the ones that got the night blazing is the peeps around u..all so cool...hyped up...easy going..chill....i had a good time..although i was with ma ex..but hu cares...she is now my yea..i made a few new fren too..sabirah, affan, dayan, leh, huda, yasmin..and more...nice people they all..dope night i had...and the best thing was already 11 30 and i was still at east side(i live in the north btw)...haha..coming back at 3 in da morn is nothing new..but running for the last train..daym..that was close..

School life is aight so far..somehow im just can't be bothered of the things happening around me...aper nak jadi, jadilah..that kind of attitude.but it gotta go soon...coz if not..repercussions might be devastating...

And i was forced into participating in theatre ekamatra, this Pesta Peti Putih shit...its quite unique sister did participated in her pre u days..and so am legacy? of talents?hell yeah!! supposed to be shabir, a guy who influenced his friend to play 4d, with a self fulfilling perception of 4D as an investment instead of a form of gambling...wanna noe how these people act?look out for pak cik melayu yang pegang kertas warne pink in one group and then minum kopi or better..tiger beer!!!observe...and u have it, a real life nowadays...

tmrs idah's food..and thats good..but before that gotta go for this syf shit...i dunno why we are supposed to go.but prolly coz of the national stadium is gonna be torn down soon..and its gonna be hot..and IJ's uniform doesn't help in making us cooler...thanx..

so thats it...more updates coming..but i think..who the hell wanna read about my updates?but who cares if anybody cares?
Its my way on the highway...and im on the highway to hell..

Its all about the bass baby.

Respect till infinity