One man army.





Why in the night sky are the lights turned?
Why is the earth moving around the sun?
floating in the vacuum with no purpose, neither one.
Why in the night sky are the lights turned?


You could walk down the windy path and think that it would somewhat lead you to the rainbow's end. Hoping you could taste the colours of triumph by the end of the journey. That's the thing about the wind. It swirls all around you, caresses your skin, perks up shivers down your spine and consequently to your whole nervous system, allure you into its way, whispers golden visions about what you could be and what not; basically just takes you by surprise until without any warning, it vanishes, in a heartbeat and you're yourself again, crawling back to the start, and you get lost in the depth of it. You start questioning yourself, the world, your loved ones, even the stars. Sinful doubts start to smother you, mincing your head from left to right till there's none of it left for you to believe in. Everything you first started to believe in turned your back on you, betrayed you. What is there left in you? How do you expect to stand firmly on your very own toes when the ground opens up to swallow you? How do you expect to witness a miracle when the deceiving hopes rob you of all your sight?


You stumble, you fall, through the relentless seething dark abyss; making your way into the timeless, frozen vacuum. When there's nothing to hold on and plunge to, you just have to let yourself fall with grace, into infinite nothingness.




"So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you're marching towards. Everyone knows what you're against; show them what you are for."



"To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart." - Rumi

Have you ever had the intense urge to leave your body,
to disperse into tiny particles and let pieces of you be blown by the wind.
That way, you are everywhere,

you are in the air,
in the flowers,
in the trees,
in the air that people breathe in,
in the river,
in the sea,
in between lovers' embrace,
in your mother's delicate touches,
in the lungs of your loved ones,

That way, you get to be with the world, to blend in, as one.
I love tattoos, but even if it wasn't against my religion, I still believe i would not get around to permanently carving them onto my skin, due to the fact that i'm always changing my mind/regretting my decision. I'm not sure about anyone else, but i'm constantly growing, developing, evolving. I'm not even the same person i was 5 minutes ago. It's like, i would spend hours, trying to figure something out, and just when i reach to a conclusion, i start questioning it again - and i'm back to square one. That way, i gain numerous perspectives about a matter that i ponder upon. Sometimes it's a bliss and sometimes, it feels like a huge burden. I believe everything in this world is not set in stone, even the Universe is ever expanding. So i say, by all means, QUESTION everything.
Wow i’m so over the whole staying-up-late-for-the-sake-of-football-match phase. I guess when my bestfriend (whom i used to stay up and watch football with) passed away, the obsession got buried along with him which i find odd, because i was REALLY crazy about football even before we were friends and now when other people try to get me to watch football, i’m just like.. meh i’d rather watch Glee (i freaking hate Glee) and i get annoyed with obsessive football fans (and the fact that i was one of the obsessive ones) maybe this is growing up maybe i have just grown out of it but yeah i wonder if my love for football will ever be sparked again because i miss the adrenaline rush i get upon watching it and truth be told, i just miss my bestfriend so much, it hurts. 

Mama selalu bercerita. Antara proses nak beranak yang dia alami, yang paling sakit, seksa, yang paling perit adalah proses kelahiran aku.

Keberangkalian aku sudah selesa didalam wombnya. Terlebih selesa mungkin. Atau barangkali aku fikir aku baby kangaroo, pasang niat untuk hidup dikantung ibu? Nampak tak masa bayi lagi aku dah berkhayal bukan-bukan?

Sejam berlalu, namun bayi yang degil (iaitu aku) masih tidak kelihatan. Doktor sudah cemas, kalau tak keluar dalam 1 minit, akan bertemu ajal tapi aku masih degil, embracing my own sweet time, as it seemed. Nampak tak masa bayi lagi dah rebel? Bertarung dengan nyawa dan bermandi dengan keringatnya, mama tetap kuat semangat, berlawan untuk pop me out, yang semasa itu terlalu selesa. Mungkin aku buat somersault dalam womb mama, sehinggakan leher aku dibelit tali pusat sendiri. Nampak tak masa bayi lagi dah nak commit suicide?

Aku pernah berfikir.. no scratch that, aku selalu terfikir.
Selalu aku termenung, melayan fikiran aku yang racun.
Tapi aku tak mampu nak tepis persoalan-persoalan racun yang datang menerpa.
Jadi aku layan, aku termenung dan aku layan.

Mengapa nyawaku tidak bertemu sahaja dengan noktahnya
ketika dalam proses rumit kelahiranku?

Tak perlu susah-susah nak harungi liku dunia yang semakin tajam. Dunia yang semakin kejam. Aku benci. Aku selalu dicubit perasaan marah. Marah pada diri sendiri. Marah pada mama kerana melahirkan aku. Tapi alhamdulillah, dalam marah, aku masih waras. Marah pada mama? Itu tidak rasional. Mama bertarung dengan nyawa dia sendiri, untuk aku. Apa tak selfish aku nak cincang pengorbanan dia dengan lumat, begitu saja? After what she had gone through, after what she had endured, i suppose i would just, let it all go.. that easy? Aku dilahirkan dari mama. Datangnya aku, wujudnya aku - semua kerana Dia. Apa aku ragui Tuhan semesta alam? Yang Maha Mengetahui setiap sesuatu yang berlaku, Yang Maha Merancang. Siapa aku untuk persoalkan kuasaNya?

Aku ada terjumpa buku puisi lama di masjid uzur di Terengganu. Baru selak muka surat pertama, aku sudah jatuh hati. Puisi yang membuat jantungku berdegup dengan kencang, lagi kencang dari berhadapan dengan crush (ecewah);

Wujudku adalah pahatan terbengkalai
Kasar, tanpa bentuk dan belum muncul mutunya
Cinta lalu menghaluskannya; Aku pun menjelma manusia
Dan kuperoleh hikmah dari fitra alam semesta

Gerak nadi langit telah kukenal
Pun darah mengalir di urat-urat bulan
Sering malam hari kuratapi tujuan hidup manusia
Hingga terkoyak rabir rahasia pada akhirnya
Dan dari ruang percobaan kejadian
Kuperah susunan rahasia kehidupan

Bagai bulan, kuliputi malam dengan keindahan
Akulah debu yang memeluk iman Islam
Iman meluas merongga lembah dan ngarai
Dan menyalahkan lagu api tak kunjung padam
Sebutir zarrah disemainya dan dipetiknya matahari
Dituainya ratusan penyair seperti Attar dan Rumi.

Aku keluh: Lalu membubung tinggi
Aku asap, namun jadi barang berkobar
Setelah diterbangkan cita luhur ke angkasa
Penaku mencampakkan tabir rahasia
Hingga setitik air merangkum lautan
Dan pasir meluas jadi gurun Sahara.

This poem means the world to me.
A gift, from my Lord at times of darkness.

Aku akan terus berjuang. InsyaAllah.

This insane, indescribable urge to watch a movie, to read and to listen to music, all at once.


Tell me, is numbness some sort of a fluid? Because i could have sworn my system is overdosed with it, i can feel the fluid, spreading its venom, circulating my system, freezing everything that is on the inside. I feel heavy. Gravity is conspiring against me this time, dragging me down, into the ground.

Staring at scripted-conversations, facial expressions, their lips are moving rapidly, but i can't hear a thing for they are drowned in the music that i put on, simultaneously. That way, everyone in the movie are singing. Even when they are sad. I guess that makes me feel less sorrowful.

Disorientating, but a self-inflicted disorientation. 
I feel in control. 
I need to be in control.


Aku perlu luahkan sesuatu.

Tapi aku tidak tahu bagaimana.

It's like, it's there, i can feel those vomit-thoughts, but i just couldn't string them out.
They are shy, i guess. Or just, reserved.

It's 13 minutes to 5 a.m. and i'm cursed with the late-night/early-morning thoughts. Kelakar, ada berbillion-billion manusia seluruh dunia, namun seseorang masih boleh rasa sepi. Sepi yang kadang menghinggap tanpa kau sendiri sedari. Wanna know what sucks? The feeling that comes. That pain you feel in your chest, as it tightens, chokes you up and you can't breath, it grips you tight. Rasa seperti dicucuk beratus jarum sakitnya Ya Rabbi tak dapat aku hujahkan. Sakitnya menyeluruh, sakit yang buat aku kaku. Kalau rasa sakit itu boleh disental, sudah lama aku sental dengan clorox. That's what suck, not being able to get ride of the pain, the hollowness that eats you up. I have come to realize that those feelings, they never went away. Just.. suppressed, crammed into our unconscious mind. Jadi aku punyai soalan, unconscious mind tu terletak kat mana? Tolong beri aku peta. Tolong bagi aku direction untuk jalan ke hala unconscious mind. Tolong, aku merayu. Aku perlu hapuskan segala perasaan yang membuatku kaku. Aku perlu bunuh, dan tanam ia dalam lubang yang dalamnya enam kaki kebawah.


Tolong aku.

Aku merayu.

Tolong.

Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku,
Ampuni hambaMu yang kerdil ini
Yang selalu sahaja leka, alpa
Selalu sahaja membelakangkanMu.


Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku,
HambaMu ini sentiasa mendambakanMu
Sentiasa sahaja merinduiMu
Walaupun dalam sujudku,
Ku tagihkan cintaMu.


Oh Ya Allah,
Ya Tuhanku,
Tuhan sekalian Alam Semesta.
Tuhan aku dah engkau.
Tuhan kita semua.
DariNya kita hidup,
DariNya juga kita mati.





A thing i loathe about my ~depression~ (it's a strong word, but i don't know any other word to describe it) , is that, when it hits me, it hits me deep. It's like you're laying on the beach, marveling upon the beauty of Allah's creations and then out of nowhere, massive Tsunami waves ambush you. A wave after a wave. I hate having to withdraw myself from the ones i care about, i have no choice, it's either that or hurting them with my snappy icy-cold remarks. I hate how bitter and cold i get. It freaks me out sometimes, how i get from being the most bubbly person to this extreme asshole, within the gap of 0.2 seconds. I guess that's why i push people away, it's easier that way. That way, i don't have to hurt them, because God knows how difficult i am to be understood. It's like i want to be understood, but when people try to understand me, i deny their understanding and be a bitch about it instead. Sometimes i get jealous of people who get to leave me, because i don't get to leave me. Sometimes i just want to detach myself from myself, leave my body to rot, while i break into tiny particles and disperse into the air. That way, i will be among the trees, the birds, flowers, the summer breeze. That way, i can contribute to people, without harming them, without hurting them. That way, i can be apart of the world, without constantly feeling anxious and being hit my the strong tidal of the Tsunami waves of depression. I have so much love in me, i want to give and express my love to everyone because despite my "i hate everyone" misanthropic facade, i actually love people. Whenever i see beautiful people, i just want to virtually hug them (i don't really do real life hugging though, it's awkward and suffocating and it makes me want to cry). I have so much to work on, everytime i feel like i've got myself figured out, i'll trip into the same deep hole, which made everything change again. 


"Identity is parallel to constant change, you are not the person you were 3 years ago,"



I couldn't agree more with that phrase, yes, identity and the whole point of living is somehow parallel to constant change. It's not about how many times, or how deep you fall into the same hole, it's not about how many times you die, it's how you get yourself back up. It's how you pick your pieces back together, how you glue them back, how you stitch them back into place. It can never be as wholly as you were before, but that's the point. You have to have holes every now and then, we're constantly pricked with needles, we have holes within, it comes down to the matter of how and with what you fill those holes up. Alhamdulillah - that's when religion becomes essential to me. I love God so much, although i'm constantly defying His laws, challenging Him by committing the same tedious sins, He WILL ALWAYS be there for me when i hit the very bottom of rock bottom. Sometimes, i feel like it's intentional, of me hitting rock bottom, so i would turn to Him, because He misses his weak servant so much. It's always comforting to know that no matter what, I will always have Him. I love You, Ya Rabb.