Shoes for thought

For the memory of this baby,
I am in love.

Happy Malaysia Day!

Brisbane life I shall forever remember.

Whilst gazing at the haziness, I shall thank you The Merciful,

for granting me a chance to keep living.

A year older, a year wiser,

to make up for whatever I believe I am still lacking.

Life is never prosaic, I shall be ready nonetheless

for the love, for the pain, for the laughs and tears in vain.

Happy is subjective, where none is the objective,

use to the fullest whatever time that left remain.

Don't want to lose, don't want to force.

Don't want to cry, don't want to die.

Tonight is already late, tonight is the date

Wish that everything is on for the game. 

The deadly one. 

Roses, butterflies and rainbows.

With the poisons, crows and arrows.

Happy Birthday to me.

Thanks for the lovely wishes.

Thanks for the thoughtful present.

Thanks for the hugs, kisses and love.

For I am surrounded by beautiful and lovely people.

I Thank YOU, The Merciful.

Why?

Vanity mirror reflects the long forgotten deed.
Why? Lost long gone now the urge the need.
Absence that majorly felt.

Window, window on the wall,
Open up please,
Please show me more.
Window, window on the wall,
Give me chance for the remaining drops

Remaining drops that thou notice not.

The best of joy

A little pray, to take me there.
The joy to have, the best to keep.
A dream to catch, a soul to match.
For what is left, a love to see.

The more to come!

Beautiful people

Lovely crowd

The feeling of uncertainty;

The anxiousness over things to come?
The unanswered question of mostly rhetorical.

Eid Mubarak!
Herston people, much love and thanks for making the day memorable.

Eid Mubarak.

picture is taken from the facebook account, credit to the photographer

The walk after late for sembahyang raya

Wonderland DST

Move your stinky butt, you sorrowness!
I am already happy here, super coolness.
I am going to tie you up, and shove you to the rack faster.
I am going to the zu-wonder to make myself hyper,
I am going to dance to make me happier.

For that thoughtful move,.
Thank you Thank you Thank you.
No, I can never thank you enough fullstop(s)

Oh, have I told you the story of Burung Murai?
Google it.

=)

Please tell to little birdie that I need extension.
Just a little more.

Merdeka celebration?

Had a classic moment by having the rerun of all 'Merdeka' ads last night.


The reminders?
The message?
The sentimental value?
The laughters?

and sure, the patriotic mode.

Happy 53rd, Malaysia.

honeystar

The honey star?
Crave much.

Savor the moment while still can.

Once unused, thrown to the side, it will be.

Just like always.

Karma, no?

Sort of like a slap
from the own hand.
For the own face

waterdrops at 0254

When the calming waterdrops give you the reason to smile,
why must you feel otherwise?
Forget it. Being contented has nothing to do with selfish.
Says the ignorant B.

Harder to tell, harder to trick.
One hand of the spell, one hand to spill.

Well, someone wise told me,
life goes on.

Been feeling a bit dabedidabedu lately,
shall I proceed?

Plan to kill.

The assignment wave is coming.
Preparation is in the making.
Kill the buzz! Kill the biz!
Know that you can do it.
A little more of effort is all you need.

That is for the help? The call?
the management part is already done.
As the rain is pouring,
the sprinting must not be easy.
Lets celebrate.

Reasons to smile.

The night walk,
the late coffee,
the prayers as they could be.
Contentment of one that seek
the meaning of life in it.

Ramadhan Kareem.

For the chance to pray,
for the urge to sahur,
for the time to recite Quran,
for the fasting time,
for the tarawikh
and more to come,
I thank You, the Most Merciful.

Pop!

and there goes the blow.
back and forth- oh so the flow
so big so small
wont show wont tell
the least can do
for that is true

classic mode.

Do you have a diary?
or picture albums?
or collection of letters?
, just about anything that you keep old stuff in?
Do you get to have a hold of it now?
Go and get it, be in a classic mode like I did yesterday.

It was so funny to see another part of you that you neglect it has ever existed.
And the fact that it keeps so much it made me laugh?
Nice!
reminiscing the bittersweet memories..
Fun-ny!

I feel so alive...
With wonderful people around you, who doesn't?



p/s: but again, we cannot make everybody happy, can we? it is ok. at least we tried.

A smile is a treat.

For a smile that makes my day a better day,
I can never thank you enough.

So to all, do smile.
You never know that you will make others happy just with your smile.
To your family.
To your friends,
They appreciate your smile.
They LOVE your smile.
and even to the strangers,
a smile will make them happy.










With just a smile.
Try.

Nothing is better

Than talking to your parents and hearing happy voices of your family members.
I am blessed.
Thank you, Allah.

Drops of favourite thoughts.

From the pages of unknown numbers to the first (second) newfound page.

Hello life, I am back.
To share but not to reveal.
To give but not showing.

Life has been busy, but things keep me going.
Ups and downs, laughs and tears.
Lost some, found another.
Pick a moment of your most favourite,
 cherish it while you still have time.
I am doing the best that I can.
Not too bad.
Living with things to ponder,
mistakes to be taken as reminders,
hopes of having tomorrow as a better place
to be.

Happy Ramadhan to you and you.

Good night.

Walk Away

The high up ceiling
for the hand tries to reach
no, the ceiling is sheltering
but never giving the right
to own
to have something
more than what it is now
walk away?
Walk right, don't look back.
First very moment, 
but you stayed.
Because the ceiling is the hope
you for once trying to cope
the ceiling has another option to shelter,
yet you once upon a time
an option yourself
a karma this might be
for Now the feeling is unsettling. 
Go away,
walk away.
Let's see if you can do it

walk away.
Walk away.

Chant that everyday

The cold night

Of all night, I shiver.
Of nothing, I figure.
Of something called love.
Of anything called heartbroken.

The cold night goes further.
The body is here,
the soul isn't nonetheless.
The heart that before come first,
is now wafting around just aimless.

Now now.
Will-
The cold night brought
the cold hearts together?
Or-
The cold night tears
them forever?

Make your own wish, sweetheart.

From day to day

One day you are on top of everything. You are happy, surrounded by lovely people, and fully contented with your own life. You have everything you will ever ask for. You smile, you laugh, you make others around you feel jealous, that they think you are the most lucky person on earth.

They think.

Because one other day,
you might drop to the bottomless end, where you can see yourself trying to grab at everything around you to hold on to, but nothing there. You demand for many things you no longer get. Even things that you can get for free before but you might take advantage of. You cry, you fight, and you cry again. You in fact feel sick of yourself. For yourself.

Yet you are smiling.
And people think you are doing great. Just great.

When your life starts to break into pieces, you know you just want to be alone. But one thing that you don't know, you are actually in need of someone to be there. Not to say a thing, just be there.
Because misery loves company.

Ever been there?

Welcome to life.

messed up

The best thing in life is to be accepted by people for who you are, not for who they want you to be. Nonetheless, it doesn't mean you will never make mistake. It is nice to be told off by someone once in a while. Yes, it will kick the ego right on our face, but that will be a nice place to see how egocentric have you been for thinking world revolves only around you. That will be a stage where we can see our own flaw and somehow see from others point of view. No, we don't have to judge, just see it differently. We might think what we did is good for us, but we never know the real consequences of our own stupidity. It is from there you know that we had had our part of making mistake, and redeem yourself for it. From there, it will be a starting point for you to be better.

I made a mistake.

Hallucination

I must have been very much disturbed now,
to suddenly imagine things..
I heard the door bells.
I heard the phone rings.
I saw the yellow bag.
I saw the person there.
I tried to see,
see if I am dreaming.
Went downstairs, running.
Just to find nothing.
No bag, No man.
Just no one there.
I am hallucinating.

Too good to be true.

Fear to hear

This is a nightmare of fear.
Something you wish not to hear.
I crave for happiness, so-
Never play with the heart,
and this is a warning.
Not to let self hurt to occur,
with a dramatic narrative of people
and lives,
enmeshed in a deadly ritual
of passion, intrigue and corruption.
One,
shall invite the punishment
that will exceed
the feel of the crime.
Hurt me not.
Hurt me not.


Don't. Do. It.

Stupidly melancholic

So the proverbial dejected feelings begin
with the sudden lost of interest. 
From the other side of the world, of course. 
For the fear of being total at lost, 
the stillness remained as the only preference 
to abide by the rule of being survivors. 
One side is crestfallen down to the mouth, 
another oblivious. 
The deflated mode was perceptible 
although no immense action taken nonetheless . 
Fly, fly, roar into the sky,
the choice is in the hand, 
bar the bird then choose to be tied.
The plethora of alternatives to opt
hoard the preeminent perhaps?
No, not the contentment to be desired.
Perchance, the truth.
The verve.
The fervor

Old tale

We walk, and run, and stroll today,
keep on going in circle again.
The same old tale.
Then we just stare into the night sky,
along the downhill road we met
is a place of visible memories,
one time should we just miss.
A strange old tale.
It is what you see in fiction,
an unexpected scenario of life.
It is not always the happy ending,
that we may get.
Time cuts through
our unending memories.
We then look in the same direction.
Again.
This is the old tale.

The story once told to you..

Once upon a time,
there was a..
a...

She was a..
a...

He was a...
a...

But, one day,
they...

So....

Still, they...
He....
She....

The end.

........................................


(every 'THE END' is a new beginning of a new story. Don't stop)

Nothing but this

Other than kindness and smiles, 
I have but to offer you nothing else.

I can give you word,
of advice, of sharing, of giving you tips,
for you to think and use it wisely.

I can give you my shoulder,
to share some burden, we can make it lighter,
sure we can try.

I can give you my hands,
to help you out,with all i got,
include soothing pats and all the hugs.

I am no pretty,
not a princess with beauty and money.
Not a prize to display and forever keep.

I have nothing to offer but kindness and smiles.
So here I am,
please be my friend.

the first.

what will a life be without a secret?

So much of a little

every second is counted.
feel as if you are running out of time.
too many things to do,
too much of pressure,
too little of time.

to pursue or to resist?
to share or to keep?

the ultimate turning point?

Just go.

you came one day
popped out of nowhere
asking of one life
once you never care
then u ask me
have you now change?
oh yes I've changed.
to be someone you never think i will.
i am sorry i am not
a girl you used to date.
so what -you are the one
who never think of my heart
and now why should i
care of what you want?
i know i am bad
or worse i have been
but are you the one
who can judge me?
deep down inside i hope you know
you hurt me more than you think so
when you cheat on me
think i know nothing
but now you come
just because i am not
one i used to be?
oh please...note this.
maybe yes i changed a bit
but i am still the same
the old izzy.
just me but yeah i mature a bit
so please don't think
that i will let you hurt me
again n again.

go away!

When I am close to you

you come to me,
all smiling and welcoming,
so sweet the heart melting,
happy i am without knowing
that i will hurt in another minute.

i ran away indeed,
even i know i am in need,
of you being with me,
just be by my side,
stay here close to my heart.

i can see thousand stars above,
the moon shining with love,
the sun smiling so wide,
the skies so blue so nice,
when i'm close to you.

just because i want to,
doesn't mean i will.
doesn't mean i can.

because you are just a dream to me.

Abah.

Hai abah!

Waktu kecil-kecil dulu,
abah suka letak along di pangku.
Kata abah,
jangan nakal, dengar kata,
jadi anak baik, abah sayang.

Masa petang kita duduk di tangga,
banyak cerita banyak gelak tawa.
Kata abah,
orang Jepun asal dari Jawa.
kecil dulu? Along percaya!

Kalau bab makan lagilah penat,

banyak komen, pesanan, tak ingat!
Kata abah,
kecil dulu abah dah pandai masak!
Along makan tahu, masaknya tidak!

Bila besar kini jadi kawan,
abah banyak beri nasihat.
Kata abah,
hidup ini banyakkan bersabar,
tak semua benda kita akan dapat.

Sekarang abah jauh nun di Malaysia,
tapi tak apa, selalu SMS juga,
Kata abah,
jaga diri di tempat orang,
kalau rindu abah, jangan menangis banyak.

Walau abah kejam berkata,
walau abah gurau merata,
abah tetap along sayang,
abah tetap along cinta.
Along rindu nak peluk abah,
cium tangan dan pipi juga.

Ucap along kepada abah,

SELAMAT HARI BAPA!!!!!!!

(Hari Bapa : 21 Jun 2009)

Belonging

you are the voice,
the one in dream.
oh please leave,
i need it -peace.
but you keep haunting.
you know the words,
make me listen,
for whatever reason.
it hurts yes it is.
i know we never belong,
the voice oh yes,
you are the music, sure.
that was easy,
outside the norm,
the thunder, the rhythm.
thumping....

trapped in the own
misery

Mama

mama,
along nakal kan?
mama selalu kata along tak dengar cakap.
along tau along degil.
along nakal buat mama pening.
bila tak puas hati, along cakap tak bertapis.
tak jaga hati mama, tak tau kalau terluka.
along banyak susahkan mama,
mintak ini, buat itu,
masak ini, pergi situ,
mama mesti pening.
anak mama memang degil.

tapi ma,
bila jauh.....along rasa..
jauh......
sangat jauh.....
along rindu mama membebel.
kalau dulu along rasa penat nak dengar,
sekarang along boleh dengar 8jam tanpa henti,
hanya kalau mama depan mata.
along rindu.
nak peluk mama, cium mama,
cakap dengan mama...
pegang tangan mama...

mama, along mintak maaf banyak2.
along tau along banyak buat dosa dengan mama.
tp along tetap syg mama.
sayang along pada mama tak terhingga.

selamat hari ibu mama.



anak mama yang jauh,
along.

The heart that wavered

i think i need to say that i am happy.
just to clarify because i really am.
but i got this hard bad feeling.
that i shouldn't let my guard down.

with the things that go rather easy.
assignments submitted few days ago.
got WIP to be worried of and tests only.
but those are not what i am thinking though.

the heart that wavered so bad it beats-
so hard i thought i might cause it bleed.
do i need to make myself real clear?
that i feel nothing but total fear?

i guess this is rather complicated. random.

Jangan kerana bukan.

kalau kita jatuh, jangan kita salahkan batu.
sebab kita yang salah, tak tengok masa berjalan.

kalau kita sakit perut, jangan salahkan tukang masak.
sebab kita yangsalah, tidak pandai memilih makanan.

kalau kita hilang barang, jangan salahkan orang sekeliling.
sebab kita yang salah, kita tak jaga barang dengan baik.

kalau kita jatuh muflis, jangan salahkan orang lain.
sebab kita yang salah, tak pandai uruskan kewangan sendiri.

kalau make up kita comot, jangan salahkan orang lain.
sebab kita yang salah, tak pandai sapu make up kita sendiri.

kalau kita gagal periksa, jangan salahkan soalan dan penanda.
sebab kita yang memilih untuk menulis jawapan kita sendiri.

kalau kita kene kutuk, jangan salahkan orang lain.
sebab kita yang tidak berjaya mengambil hati semua orang.

kalau kita dibenci orang, jangan salahkan orang lain.
sebab kita gagal menunjukkan sikap yang disukai orang.

kalau kita kene marah, jangan salahkan orang lain.
sebab kita yang gagal menunjukkan reputasi yang memuaskan hati.

kalau kita terlupa, jangan salahkan orang lain.
sebab kita yang tak dapat ingat dengan baik.

dan kalau kita bersedih, jangan salahkan orang lain.
sebab kita yang memilih untuk menjadi rakan kepada kesedihan itu