Friday, November 30, 2007

tag, i'm it..?

m bored, and tired, and feeling shitty. so i decided to make good use of my afternoon. (man... how boring my life is...)

U have to list smue bende that's of the first letter of your first name, in which case mine is A from Aiman la kan... nyehehe..Note : boy/girl name xleh same ngan ur given name. Cheers!

1. Famous Singer: Andrea Bocelli
2. Four Letter Word: Anal
3. Street: Ampang street
4. Colour: Amber
5. Gifts/Present: Ang pow
6. Vehicle: Air Plane
7. Things in Souvenir Shop: Air Plane Model
8. Boy Name: Adam
9. Girl Name: Azlin
10. Movie title: After The Wedding
11. Drink: Apple Martini
12. Occupation: Architect
13. Celebrity: Angelina Jolie
14. Magazine: Amboi ( not that i've ever read it before..)
15. U.S. City: Austin, Texas
16. Pro Sports: Archery
17. Fruit: Apples!!
18. Reason for Being Late to work: amnesia... i had amnesia
19. Something you throw away: Asshole friends
20. Something you shout: Anak Gampang! mak ko babi, bapak ko anjing!!

i think i have to tag someone after i'm done, so yeah, who ever u are who has nothing better to do at this precise moment, i tag u. tag! u're IT.

enough said.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

pengapit , anyone?

so, here's the story.

last week Saturday i was at a friend's wedding. It was nice and everything, and all of the sudden i noticed something was wrong with me. something didn't feel right. so i rush up to the room and swallowed 2 uphamols (it's one of those drugs that works like panadol). even after few minutes i still feel that something was still wrong. went to the little boys room to check on my baju melayu. clear. nothing was wrong with the baju melayu. then i started wondering, why do i feel like there's something wrong? is it the crowds? is it the flower arrangements? is it the fact that i had to stand by the parents and greet all the guest? is it because i am so darn cute that it made me feel wrong? ishk. no! aiman, focus!

so there i was standing by the bride's parents (whom actually said to people that i am their anak angkat, wait... is that why i felt wrong?... nope, i just couldn't care less even if they call me their butler.) greeted the guest with my most warmest smile and my innocent charm and still there's this feeling inside telling me " aiman, there is something wrong... with u!". so as we proceed with the wedding reception there were this group of kids from Johor did a few zapin routine. it was cute and stuff but i just couldn't focus much on them with all those feeling inside me.

as the bride's (my friend) brother(also my friend) gave his welcoming speech and some word of advice to the bride and groom, it suddenly struck me. i know what was wrong with me! it was not the food! it was not because i had to entertain a person whom i never expect to see ever again in my life! it was definitely nothing wrong with the drinks, i don't think cordial drinks could get me drunk! it was then i realized, for the 1st time in my life, i feel that i want to get married! i really do wanna get married! hah! there you go. no,this is not one of those marriage of convenience i'm talking about. no, no, it's not one of my "i'll marry a bosnian, or iraqi girl and get beautiful kids and every year will celebrate raya at my house" kindda marriage. it's a marriage in a true concept. and it surprises me that i actually do wanna get married! hah! for a person who avoids commitment, i surprise myself.

for the first time in my life, i'm looking forward for a marriage, for all those fights we are going to have, for all those "i so can kill you rite now" feeling we are going to have, for all those laughters, jokes, happy tears we ( and when i say we, i meant my future wife and me) are going to have. i even look forward for those boring part of marriage, those i-think-your-dad-hates-me arguments, the "honey, i'm home and i'm tired and don't start nagging" moments. the "we just sit in front of the tv set and say nothing to each other" moment.

when i told this to my close friends, they don't know either to be happy for me or to send me to see a shrink. but all in all, i manage to drop their jaws to the floor and pick it up for them. and also, for the 1st time, i'm starting to love my twenties and looking forward for my thirties, and forties, and so on.

so, who'll volunteer to be my wedding planner and my pengapit? i'm all set and ready to get married. just one itsy bitsy problem. can you guys go and look for the girl that i would wanna get married to? any idea people? fieza? khair? en? anyone? any idea? ah, dammit!

enough said.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

again.

Again, me not being lucid with so many things in my head and no one to talk to; it’s not exactly that I have no one to talk to, it’s just that I don’t know who to talk to. Yeah, some might just say, “talk to god, to your friends, to anyone you fuck head!” the truth is, I don’t know who to turn to, not even god.

Yes, time and time again, we do hear people say that god won’t ever abandon you, and I also do say that in my entries and that I have been in the search of looking for god. The question is, why am I still not being able to talk to him though I am actually looking for Him? Yes again, we go back to the very basic of looking, knowing and talking to god method --- do what He commands and leave the things He said no to. But why is it so difficult for us to do that?

I had someone said to me that because our heart has been polluted and covered in black, darkness, and evil, what ever you may call it. When we committed all those sins, it involuntarily polluted our heart with all those taint, and thus leaving our heart with all those dirt. Is my heart really that polluted that I can’t even sense god’s presence?

Why am I still doing all these if my I can really sense god’s presence? Why any of us are still breaking His rule for that matter? Is our heart really polluted with dirt of our sins that we can’t feel Allah’s presence any more? What is the better answers to why do we do all these sins? We can’t really feel His presence any more, so much so that we can just do what ever we feel like doing without any hesitation or guilt. We really take him for granted. More than we take our parents for granted. That’s our problem. That’s my problem.

At this particular moment, even I can’t comprehend the things I said, probably because my heart is too “kotor dan gelap”. But I hope Allah won’t shun me from His grace. It’s the last thing I would want to happen to me. Yet, I’m still like this. Irony isn’t it? Or just blunt pathetic.

enough said.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

after 7 months

A lot had happen over the past 7 month, and everyday that passed by made me wanting to write more and more. It’s just that kak (my very own jiminy cricket) ujie said to me that don’t ever write in anger. There’s a whole explanation out of this which I’ll talk about – all in good times – later. During the past seven month, I’ve been making new friends, reading new stuff, hearing new stories, and discovering whole new things that I’ve never experienced before, which is all in all a very good 7 months of solitude.

I believe most of my friends, know about my dream of becoming not just a great actor, but a legendary director who would and could make changes in Malaysia if not the world. I would want to make the world a better place to live, filled with manusia yang alim, berilmu, peace loving, and non-prejudice and so on and so forth. A utopia others might say, but an achievable utopia I say. The question is right now is: how, can I survive and making sure that when I come to the finish line, I’ll still be in one piece, with all the good qualities and the good nawaitu? With the corruption in today’s world which is working its way into our system trying to corrupt our very core, how can one survive and reach the finish line with all the good pieces still attached?

Because I believe, all those people out there, be it politician, actor, director, musician, writer, or what ever they might be doing right now, started their journey for a good cause, but along the way they lost their sense of self and fall into the other side, and starts to infect others like plagues. Sebab aku percaya yang setiap manusia yang lahir itu pada asal kejadian dia jujur dan ikhlas, tetapi keadaan yang meng”corruput”kan the very core of that person. Some might say that I don’t make any sense, but I think my paranoia is relevant and that it is important that one knows how to protect oneself if one can feel the danger that lurks ahead, isn’t it?

I’ve discussed this with a friend, and that we came to a conclusion that in order for one to always be prepare is to always takut pada tuhan. Not in sense of takut - tuhan laknat and strike you with lighting bolt - kind of takut, but more of a - takut untuk menyakiti hati tuhan sebab tak mahu berasa jauh dari tuhan – kind of takut. Well this draws the second question: How do you stay takut pada tuhan? Because, if my memories serve me right, I have been taking god for granted, and that I have been labelled as an EVIL person by kak ujie. So there you go.

My mom always says this to me, “Don’t ever take god for granted, because god will never take you for granted.” And with my long list of dosa’s portfolio, I am conscious that I have not been following my mum’s advice. God was and always been there in the picture, but the feeling of sheer submission to not to hurt him is just not there yet. I’ve always been hoping for the absolute penyerahan itu, but it’s just not there yet.

Allah forbids, that I die as a man with a rotten soul, corrupted faith and shunned from His grace. What is the purpose of living if you are shunned away from Him; where as the whole purpose of living is solely to serve Him, with our every prayers, and work, with our every breath, tears, sweets, laughter and words. Ergo it is only fair for me to search for my way to bring me closer to god, one can always hope and pray and work at it as hard as possible, it's a long way to go i know; perhaps along the way I would find the recipe to build up the love I should have towards Allah and finally have that amount of fear that I should have in the 1st place, or perhaps more.

enough said.

Friday, September 21, 2007

i think i'm ready!!

yeay!!
alhamdulillah, after the long rest i think i'm ready to write again.
i'm very looking forward to this weekend, coz i'm gonna sit and start writing again!!
god...i've not been writing anything for the past 7 MONTH!! gile lama, kalau perempuan mengandung tu, perut dah besar cam nak meletup dah tu.
guess i'm just a slow learner.
damn i miss blogging!!
yeay!!

Saturday, February 24, 2007

there are times...

There are times, I just wanna go out and dance in the middle of the crowds. There are times, I just wanna go and scream my lungs out. There are times; I just wanna hop like a bunny in the middle of the street. There are times, I just wanna sing out loud though I’m tone deaf in the karaoke bar. Then there are times, I just wanna sit and cry…alone. There are times I just wanna disappear into thin air. There are times; I just don’t know what I want, and where I’m heading to. But most of the times, I’m just lost.

Received a message from a dear puzzle piece that says, “Miss talking to you. Miss the “walk-home” sessions with you. Miss a good crying moment with you. I miss you.” It really made my day in a very melancholic yet blissful way.

Sometimes I wonder, what would it be like if life is like a musical? Where the whole world sing with you be it when you’re sad or happy, troubled or horny. And all you’re problems are just a matter of a song. Sing your song loud enough and the whole world will hear you, and that can affect the weather, people around you will dance to the melody or at least, it could help you to cry those rivers out. What ever you feel like is projected in back ground music. And the best part is, to cheer you up is just a matter of singing “my favourite things”, “a spoon full of sugar”, “suatu hari nanti”…or any other song that gives you joyful melody or hope.

I realise that if life is like the musicals like The sound of Music, or Phantom of the opera, or Rubiah the Musical, or Puteri Gunung Ledang the Musical, it would be a very very very very noisy world, and that you can’t have a decent good night sleep. But it would be nice though if, only if we live like in the musicals. Sometimes I silently hope…


enough said.