Misfit

Hey an outsider has got to get his meat.

Interesting when you do different things over the years and you get the same results.

And in the age people assimilate and 'get together to stay together', interesting how a misfit still can exist in the world. 

And it ain't a good feelin'. 

You alienate yourself, and you feel nowhere is right. 

Sometimes just when things are kicking back and falling into place, yeah you fukk it up again. 

So you're a misfit to begin with, and you're a misfit when you start to fit in. 

Oh yeah, wonder how the world was in the simpler time. 

The Father of Distortion

I wonder who told the first lie.

Because he is the father of distortion.

The ability to lie is a hereditary trait.

When one generation lies, the next generation fibs more. 

A lie is like a chain reaction, and gets bigger with every cycle of the gun. 

Dear Father of Distortion, I have no idea what you have done.

For a small lie today might be a massacre tommorow. 

You massacre the lives of people. 

You massacre the soul. 

You bring the distortion. 

You disturb the balance. 

Dear father of distortion I would like to wish you a happy father's day.

For indeed the contribution and curse that you have brought down to men are too big. 

I wonder what the world would have been should you have not lived, 

Dear father of distortion I wish I would not inherit your traits,

For if a lie in your day served as a massacre today,

Then I wonder, if I told your lie today,

Would there be another tommorow?

I have a problem

I have a problem, curiosity is the name


I know curiosity kills the cat,


But is it too wrong to be the cat who gets killed every time?


For if I had nine lives, I would have died more than I can think


For curiosity sparks my interest, 


The knowledge of trying it out, 


To quench the thirst of uncertainty, 


But Lo! Behold..


My curiosity comes with my interest,


When I lose interest in something, no amount of uncertainty can grab me back,


When passion is in question, curiosity kills me like a gun in the hot sun,


Passion, it's a whole new world. 


It's amazing to live under the influence of the drug we call passion,


Because passion, makes us curious all the time. 


And when the uncertainty becomes a sure thing, 


Oh! the feeling of discovery.


The joy of unearthing the mystery.


But! another problem.


With more solutions comes more problems. 


When more things are discovered, more uncertainties get uncovered. 


Hell, the solution to a mystery might be another mystery. 


So the endless search of a solution continues. 


And again, the endless thirst of curiosity continues. 


Passion and curiosity. It's a drug.


Just the right dose and you'll be fishing for answers.


Too much, and you'll be just another Puss in the boots who gets killed. 

What we could have had

It was true, the lie that I told you

Twas a lie because you think I was lying,

But twas the truth because it came straight from within.

A truth is a lie when you don't believe it. 

A lie is the truth when you accept it. 

So don't believe in the truths or lies,

Rather listen to what you yourself tell you

Look at the signs with the eye of your intuition.

And though you have two eyes to see, 

Look at me with the third eye you've been given: Your heart

Your heart will tell you if I'm lying or fibbing,

Or if I'm telling the truest confines of within me.

For if you don't,

You will not understand.

That what we could have had was beautiful.

It was a life I never thought I would have,

To be in presence of something so true,

Was worth living a lie worth a thousand fibs, 

Fact is we are all living in our own lies,

The lies we tell ourselves everyday,

Are to keep us away from the hurt that lies inside,

But in the end, 

A lie is a lie even though we accept it,

So if ever you think I lied to you,

Just remember, you do it too. 

The paradox of observation

I'll get straight to the point. 

"Can one person, being so observant about the world around him, totally forgets to observe what is happening to himself?"

It is possible. This is the paradox. 

I mean have you ever looked at the world a lot, and you know what is going on with the world, your friends, their lives, etc.

And you realized you don't know anything about yourself. 

Well yeah. Paradox. That is the paradox. (Ok I just want to tell what I think hahaha.)

Family Ties

Vito Corleone: "You spend time with your family?"

Johnny Fontaine: "Sure I do"

Vito: "Good. Because a man who does not spend time with his family can never be a real man"

(The Godfather, 1970s)

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Family ties are the core of the human institution. 

More often than not, people with good family backgrounds tend to grow up more wholesome and secure. 

Family ties instil trust. And this is important. 

Coz if it is a case of you vs the world, then the family will guarantee you the trust. 

You can trust your family. That sense of security will make or break you in the world. 

Even the toughest men has the sweet spot for the family. 

But remember, family is not necessarily blood relations. 

Even friends who are close to each other can be called a family. 

When overseas, your friends are all you got. They're family. So trust them like your own. 

Even sailors who sail to sea months at a time have each other to rely on. That is their family. 

So keep your family close. What simpler message can i give? =)

Soul..

I've lost my soul. Do you know where I can get it again?

I don't know where it went. Somehow it gets lost every new place I go.

I hate to be the one to say I've lost it .But hey, things happen. 

I've lost many things in life too. A friend, maybe because of a stupid mistake. 

I've lost many opportunities. I've also lost many memories. 

But I never thought I would lose my soul. 

Where are you dear soul. Please come back. 

..for a minute there i really believed i had a brother.

I remember when I was younger and my little sister already popped up from my mom's belly. 

For the next two months i always went to my mom and asked her "So is there another baby coming?"

I guess i always wanted a brother as well. 

That day never came. I'm thankful of course, that i have two beautiful sisters in my presence. 

I got two sisters that I can spoil, but not a brother to bully. Or a brother to bully me haha.

Today I told someone that I had a big brother. It was on a whim. I thought it would end there. 

But she kept asking me about him. So I fibbed. 

Suddenly, for a few minutes, I had a brother who was married, who was eight years older than my older sister, and had a name. Oh yes, his name is Amri. Amri Salehin. I went as far to say that Amri was the eldest in the family and Amira was the perfect name for the youngest. 

So yeah, for a minute there I really believed I had a brother. 

It's a nice thought I guess. If i had a big brother as well as a big sister, I would always be confused on how to act. My brother would tell me that disturbing girls was fun, but my sister would advise me otherwise. My brother would teach me how to play guitar, and my sister would tell me I'm too noisy. My dad would teach my brother something, and my mom would teach my sister something, and both of them would teach me something, but two totally different things. 

My sister would say that shopping is fun, but my brother would say that it is a waste of time. Also, my brother would introduce me to his girlfriend's sister.

And my older sister would teach me how to cook, and my brother would buy me food. Haha kind of fun ain't it.

But best of all, my brother would be the place I go for advice. Man advice, if you will. He will make sure I don't turn into a softie, and would force me to play football. 

 We would fight over food, and girls, and the car, and everything. Hell, he might even pull my hair if I touched his guitar. 

But yeah, that is how brothers grow up. At least I think that is how they do it. I never had one. 

And if I had a little brother, I would be losing it if he was touching my guitar. I would be competetive if he were better with the ladies. 

And I would not spoil him, like I do with my sisters. I'll make sure he grows up tough. And I'll take him for rides in my car and I'll teach him how to drive when he's fifteen. 

And we can discuss women and life. 

But best of all, I'll have a punching bag. And someone to give advice to. 

Don't get me wrong, having two sisters is fun. I'm thankful for their company. 

But also having two brothers. That would be awesome. =)