Lagu Zaman

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Lagu zaman, yang berzaman
Lagu lama dengan rasa
Cara kita orang timur

Hand to Heart

Sometimes we forget what we believed in, and other times, we forget what we believe in.

Optima

If I had to swim across the toughest sea, and at the same time fight a shark biting my leg, and steady my rifle to shoot the pilot of a warplane high up in the sky (note I'm still in the waters), and find out that the shark was actually a fake costume and inside it was Muhammad Ali in his prime challenging me to the full 12 rounds, and get activated for seven burning hospital buildings with bed-ridden patients, and get yelled at by someone trying to read his morning papers (Now I feel like saving my bullet for him instead), and be bugged down by important questions of life like what to eat for dinner, and be knocked out by Ali in the first five seconds only to find out afterwards that he accidentally sneezed and didn't touch me at all and kind of want to have a rematch with me because he thought I was giving him chance and then during the rematch I got curious and asked him what's his favourite colour and why but he replied with I don't know bro and because of that I got angry and suddenly felt like invading Poland, but oh crap I shot a fish instead of the pilot so oh wells that's my dinner, and ohmygoodness I left the stove on at home...

I'd listen to this song.

The loudest book on the shelf is the one with an empty cover

Most, if not all, books are visually enveloped with strategic designs.

Most, if not all, libraries observe the 'Quiet' rule.

Yes, no wonder.

Have you been to this place?

Is there a place in reality where we can be selfish and selfless at the same time? Where sincerity has no cost. Where thinking of lies can expose the truth for us. Where courage can exist in the form of cowardice. Where those who speak, without lowering their eyes, know nothing.

Let me know.

Existential crisis: I think I'm a plant

In my efforts to understand the rain, I lost track of the difference between a drizzle and a downpour.

Beautiful.

How little I understand about the rain.

"Verily, adversity has befallen me"

The process of being blessed with patience will never be easy.

How can I forget? I should be thankful.

You were who you were. You are who you are.

The Narrow Road to the Deep North. It is a beautiful piece of written art.
In the final pages, it quoted an excerpt from Ulysses -

And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star

Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more.

Frameless

Paint me a faint rainbow, if you know,
Mellow eyes descend for common ground.

Paint the spirit of gray, if you may,
Only silence fathoms a quiet crown.

Paint me a gentle breeze, if you please,
Nothing but tenderness roots me down.

Paint my colours of teal, if you will,
Still this heart scurries for shade in brown.

But,
Must,
Trust,
Just...

Just paint. Oh, naive roses of burgundy!
A frameless piece will always be found.

Moonless nights

Oh sweet-toothed society.

Don't let the ants crawl onto our black stones.

Jamais vu

"We cant endure pointless torment,
But we can endure great pain if we believe in its purpose."

Contentment isn't what arrives when all your woes are behind you. Contentment is when we have only bliss to look forward to and discover, in what is claimed to be sorrow, the budding roots of our joy.

Dearly beloved

Endless hope makes you live in the present.

The rustic gates to normalcy

The things we share render us vulnerable. God knows what's compounding in this promised darkness. It's absurd to believe we don't have limits created for our own natural interest, when we're instinctively sitting on fences. The more we know, the less we understand. It's nothing but a comforting mirage. Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake we realize things were strange. But I still choose to dream. The less we understand, the more we'll know. Seek the comfort of familiarity while embracing change as only change defines the freedom of familiarity.

It's amazing how complexity pays attention to itself and silently jades into simplicity. So dream, and trace the roots. Have the dignity of a fallen leaf when autumn's due. Come back, and crawl through the gates again. Progress, not perfection.

Truth for sale

Ignorance is bliss, without content. Have empathy.

Time

Different circuits, different switches.

Some are triggered with a stranger's smile. Others require the cry of a dying person. While some, are sparked when they find patience to feel again.

And when the meter starts running, we realize how jumbled our wires truly are. It's this innate search for answers that leads us to wander. A vulnerable journey exposed to internal arrogance, denial, disgust, obscurity and postulation. It's puzzling most of the time. Well, the pursuit for clarity, ironically, is simply a hunt for ambiguity.

The archetypal 'X' on our treasure map is the point where we stop questioning everyone and everything else. It lies within. Things get progressively unclear when we have layered decorations for what we want to feel, achieve and receive. It creates a gap between one's real and declared aims, turning it into a breeding ground for shrouded insincerity. And when visitors come knocking on our sanctuary, it's all swept under the rug.

At times, reasons which seem justifiable with a fingersnap cause us to cringe when we recall about it. But slowly, we naturally grow to be better at things. Call it maturity. Yes. But essentially, isn't it the achievement of lucidity? It gets clearer when our lenses are clean. It doesn't make sense to walk away from our inner selves or distract our eyes with what we fabricate to see. Observe the veiled battle between the conscious and the subconscious, and pick both sides.

Grab hold of our true intentions and be brave to check ourselves with difficult questions. What's our purpose of friendships - mutual support, comfort of achievement, permanent interest, or a trophy? Why are we correcting a flaw - to display our personal righteousness, to paint an impression, or do we have a greater reason? The tone of our actions speaks volumes about our intentions, so take a step back to listen. And these are just dealings of worldly affairs.

Our heart is filled with beautiful abstractness that we should learn to understand its rightful design before anything else. It isn't our duty to question other people's sincerity. And if it's ours that is doubted, take it as internal guidance. Nobody's perfect - A beautiful phrase of tremendous honesty, yet we can't accept it when others present it to us. Rather than questioning their rights, give honest thanks to them. They don't control what we lose, neither do we control what they lose. Keep a polite distance if you wish and let the light of your heart shine truth in what they're permitted to see.

That's all it is to it.

If we truly understood, then why are we ashamed of fixed impressions, and carry the burden of acting differently to different people? Is it because we are also jumping the gun on them? People can change in the blink of an eye. Shame is reserved for feeding dark intentions to fool our own. To hold a negative impression of anyone from the past isn't right. It's a good advice for the people around me, but a greater one for myself.

Know our bearings when we stand, as courage comes to those standing for truth in the right direction. And if you are to see your feet in the clear waters, have patience. The sand takes time to settle.