relapse

does anybody miss me?

some post will crop up, soon. none of this elusive piece of shit. time and again i’ve been thinking of what to write here that is worth to write about, but nothing. nothing much. there’s nothing much. nothing much going on either, despite anything i have disclosed to any person – that i’m gonna be pretty busy for the rest of the holidays. none of that is going to happen. perhaps will, perhaps never. i’m not going to bother anymore. i’m just not up to it.

“We’re bored. We’re all bored now. But has it ever occurred to you, Wally, that the process that creates this boredom that we see in the world now, may very well be a self perpetuating, unconscious form of brainwashing created by a world totalitarian government based on money and that all of this is much more dangerous than one thinks, and its not just a question of individual survival, Wally, but that somebody who’s bored is asleep, and somebody who’s asleep will not say no?”
-My Dinner with Andre, 1981


so i ran. 

read, dread, and fret, in red

In spirit of reading Kierkegaard, I would like to quote him. From Fear and Trembling.

“People commonly travel the world over to see rivers and mountains, new stars, garish birds, freak fish, grotesque breeds of human; they fall into an animal stupor that gapes at existence and they think they have seen something.”

Then he continues… “This is not my interest”. Heh.
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Egh, I got bad marks (okay-ish) for Programming. It’s a meh situation. But whatever. I’m done worrying about marks and pointers. Final exam’s in a few weeks but I have done nought, as always, to really, you know, study and all. It’s bad, in a way. I think I’ve been saying this ever since january. It never happened. I rely on first memories too much. Oh well, I’ll manage, somehow. *cues (Get Off Your) High Horse Lady song*

People always lament about how they have freaking tests and exams and assignments and such, while I’m being absolutely non-chalant about these thing. Ignorant, but nonetheless aware of what is being ignored. Aloof, you could say. Until say, two hours before the actual thing. I rely a lot of last minute things. It works. At least I don’t have to waste time to actually study stuff and read till midnight. Exerting too much effort or brainpower is kinda exhausting for me. I get headaches. So I do minimal effort yeah. Sleeping is better. At least you get to dream and stuff. Always sleep with nothing in your mind. It does wonders.

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I found an online video of my dad doing some presentation in Korea. He sounds boring. Scientists are boring. Adults are boring. People in general are boring. I need to grow up. And become boring as well.

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I haven’t received the allowance from MARA yet. Freaking RM2800. I secretly hoped that if I get it early, I’d use it for this week’s PC Fair *kalau ade* to buy some fancy camera. Panasonic Lumix LX-3. Macam. cool. gila.. Siapa sokong aku? Dan tidak, ini bukan DSLR. Aku tak suka berat-berat.

Aku sebenarnya teringin kamera bosan Digital Harinezumi yang jauh lagi murah dan agak queer warna-warnanya. Agak awesome juga. Tapi abaikan. Kualitinya kurang.

mari tulis lirik

Sebab aku sentiasa rasa poetry adalah bentuk yang lagi simple daripada novel sebab kamu boleh pisahkan satu ayat kepada lima fragment untuk tambah effect kesyahduan/kesedihan, padahal takde ape pun sebenarnya, aku mahu juga tulis satu.

***

Kau
Macam Tahu
Apa Yang Aku Fikirkan
Tapi Kau
Buat Tak Tahu
Bila Kau Muncul
Depan Aku

Buat Aku
Lagi Sakit Kepala
Macam Sial
Tak Boleh Bla
Doh

Tapi Aku Tahu
Yang Dalam Hati Kau
Dalam Diam
Kau Masih Lagi
Suka
Sama Aku.

***
Macam bodoh je.

This being said, it doesn’t mean that poetry is senseless, and meaningless. Perhaps we should add a little spice to some lyrics, making enigma, allusion, random objects, throwing fancy adjectives, so it would show off as profound and “deep”, so everyone could “interpret it in their own way”.

***

Like a facade in place
You find solace In ignorance

You moan moan moan
And laugh alone
On your own
Against the world
Against the world

There’s nothing you can do
There’s nothing to say

Bubbles coming out
Disappear disappear
Soak yourself in acid
Disappear disappear

***

Ini, atau aku memang tak pandai menulis. Dah ar, bosan ar menulis lirik. Agak susah kut, sebenarnye.

A bright light in direction
Now looked too much a perfection
My dreams are in suspension

Leceh leceh.

wordy worldly affairs

An Introduction

***

Writing here, has always been, in my opinion, a form of therapy, in which evidently I do nothing except to constantly ponder upon my true nature and motives, so that, time in time, a I shall do a comparison between what I am and what I should be.

It has always been a question of the self, that it constantly changing in nature, for example, perhaps towards being good, which must be attained not by embracing it as part of conformity or the agreement of the majority, rather, a much personalized goodness that in exclusivity of it, may arise of me wanting to be more moral. Lack of knowledge, is another thing, which I profess often make me stumble, and in frustration of not being able to find correct terms, I make up one of my own, and delude myself. Such endeavors may require long experimentation of the self, very long years before I finally start to move on and accept altruism as a human nature. In short, I need more time.

Which, brings into place, another problem, lack of subject. If the self is the only subject, than how long would it take for me to finally exhaust myself of current ideas and theories before I start finding a new one?

Not long.

So in regard of all of this, one might want to turn to a more varied subject, something that is similar to the self; a constantly changing nature. Something moving, and making impact, although not directly to the self, it may help the self to gain more knowledge, and henceforth can give arise to more definition and interpretations of the self. So what more brilliant a subject than worldly affairs?

These “worldly affairs”, because of it’s fluidity, may be subject to constant scrutiny. Because other things, such as history and maths, can be analyzed only to be understood, because they are ‘dead’ subjects. Once the self has gained complete understanding of them, he needs to revert to something else. Affairs, on the other hand, live up to their meaning, something that is not completely solved; an instability. A puzzle.

But there is always a problem of undertaking and writing of “worldly affairs”. There is always a stance to be taken, because in the end, people would want to know which opinion is more plausible. And which will be correct in the end (history). One cannot simply write of it without knowing the ending. One must first find an end goal, a choice;

Do I want to be good, or Do I want to be bad?
Should one go against a policy or should one advocate it?

Therefore, these “worldly affairs” should be reinstated as a nearly complete puzzle, in which all other pieces are assembled, except for one that requires the self to “finalize” it. Because he himself cannot be solved, he feels no need to solve other puzzles, and leaves the final piece for everyone else to solve.

But there might be a chance that he may come back to solve it himself (and hence reach a conclusion), but that may happen after a long time of contemplation. An affair might be solved by then, or become irrelevant (already history), that he might become disheartened to solve another affair.

The pure irony of it.

***

So uh, what I’m really trying to say is, I *might* want to start on caring about other people/affairs, because although I might sound aloof to most things, it doesn’t mean that I don’t listen and know about other things. Time to make more use of myself, I guess.