50 Shades of Darkness

Curiosity kills the cat.

Sometimes the soul. Our soul.

And there are killers out there who kills morality, right-wrongs, humanity. Their murder weapon is the pen. and camera.

Sex sells. Proof? Thousands of romance novels sold either in Borders or those stores that sell them for RM 5 each. Porn on the internet. Forget the obvious. Our televisions and movies are infiltrated with sex-motivated images. Madonna's video-clips on 'girl gone wild' depicts men to men action and man-dancers dancing in heels. What da fuck! Just watch Lady Gaga and you get the picture. And this is shown in MTV to the access of everybody and anybody to be mind-warped! Then we have 'soft' novels selling 'hardcore' shit. In the rave 50 Shades trilogy, the selling point is an innocent (at first) lady wrapped in BDSM. Something of a curiosity at first but may later become acceptance. Just like same-sex marriages. My heart pounds, curious to read and find out what the book contains. But my heart pounds faster, fearing I would enter a Pandora's box and might be influenced.

Same as that time when your heart pounds when you saw your first naked lady on the Internet or in Playboy mags. Then it becomes a habit.

Same as when you make that first move to grab a chocolate bar at the grocery, then comes kleptomania.

And slowly... we lose our humanity... enter animal kingdom.

Yeap, curiosity can kill. Better be safe.

What an innocent book cover. Neck-tie, mask and cuffs. All the sexy stuff!

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Rambles: I Am

Where's that spot?
Shining ray of orange
Darkness no more
A guide, a path

Sound of light
Silent but true
Catch me in your warmth
Embrace

Fall across the roads
Find the signs
Get back and find
What was lost

A slice
Searing pain
Revelation
Get hurt then see

I see
I reach
I grasp
I am.

Addicted

I'm awake, in a dream,
Clouded, serene,
Silence immense,
Senses intense.

Attempts to resist,
Made temptations increase,
Drawn into the abyss
Of blind sinful bliss

I'm afflicted, addicted,
To words inscripted,
Lost in swirling madness,
Cycling round, vicious.

Guide me out, I wanna go
Back to myself, I once know
Open my eyes to see
The person I ought to be.


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Ronin

Back in Singapore on a debate tour. I followed my fellow debators jalan2. That's when they went around in circles, testing if I would follow.

I did.

I felt a bit embarrassed. Little Zaim couldn't do things on his own.

Fuck that.

I took the MRT to the science museum.

That's how my Ronin travels began...

Now I travel on my own to most places. Armed with a credit card, my own income, and an adventure spirit, I organize my own trips whenever I can usually alone. Sometimes when nobody else around, you feel like you have your own time and you can do things at your own leisure without pressure.

Though I do hope for a travel partner to come join me soon. There's just too much in this world to explore, to venture, to experience... Best done in pairs. And Ronin no more.

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Prayer - Before stepping out the door...

Prayer

O' Allah my lord

Please guide my feet so I walk on a straight path and towards goodness
and not towards ruin
Please guide my hands so that it helps to heal
and not to destroy
Please set my eyes straight on my goal
and not on anything vulgar
Please let my speech sooth
and not hurt
Please let me hear good news
and close out the unpleasant ones
Please clear my mind
and guide me in the choices I make

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Derailment

So what's up world?

Besides birds, I haven't been keeping up with the lastest news on Malaysia. Or the world.

Waiting for my subscribed The Economists. Any difference or just wasted?

I need to start focusing. This isn't the best time to not be the best.

Must life be routine? Work, bird, sleep, repeat. I'm missing a lot of things here. I know I am. I am keeping my own self locked up and bound. I hold the key to freedom yet I am just too lazy to unlock myself and my potential.

Ramblings wouldn't do much right?

Today: Peripheral Nerves.

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Melayu

Siapakah aku?

Bukankah aku seorang anak bangsa Melayu?

Mengapakah aku masih terkongkong dan terikut-ikut dengan bahasa yang diperkenalkan bangsa asing?

Bukankah aku seharusnya bangga dengan bahasa dan adab bangsa sendiri?

Bukankah itu membentuk identiti aku, siapa aku yang sebenarnya?

Apakah maksud sebenar seorang Melayu?

Adakah ia sepenting sepertimana yang telah disemaikan semenjak zaman persekolahan?

Atau adakah Melayu akan pupus, ditelani waktu dan kuasa yang lebih besar, tidak difahami?

Bolehkah Melayu teruskan hidup di dunia sekarang?

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