No matter how strong and right we think we are, the thing that still holds true and steady would be the fact that our weaknesses define us still.
It is the foundations that hold us to stand, and no matter how high our ego or success manage to reach, it would not be possible without them.
Different parts, acting in different roles.
For some we are strong, but in others we are weak.
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A tribute to all who have made a major impact to the way I am.
Family - Over the years, they have embedded in me some of the more hard yet silent qualities. To know what is right and what is wrong. To know God. To know the meaning of responsibilities. To lead, by example. They provide the meaning of why i live. Not through explicit lessons, but rather through how we function, no matter how imperfect or flawed it might be through others' eyes.
Nyai & my late Yayi - Letting me have some leeway in reveling in both the consciousness of creativity and restrictions. Being my second set of parents in my earlier childhood.
Uncles & Aunts - Manja points, especially my Cik Mai. Window to conversations and public discourses.
Friends - Contributed to the Manifestations of my Being and Ideals. Providers, and Platforms. Pillars of support, and channels of the different polars of emotions, good or bad.
The Geng - Opened up my mind further to God and the meaning of love, siblinghood and family.
Nur - Accepted me as the way I am, both my flaws and weaknesses as they are. Loving, and supporting me. The one whom I find as company, and my critic. Another important manja point, but with her, Im more of the patient one. My fellow photography enthusiast. Hopefully, my future business partner. And definitely, my partner for life. :)
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Thank you, one and all.
dramatic.mockery
Humans being social creatures, thrive on drama. Even when they do not need that in their lives.
The very act of being inflicted in the extreme ends, and the adrenaline flow of which it bellows by, thrills us.
We mock out of boredom, and we misplace seriousity onto the seemingly practical and urgent.
We play, out of sport, and we seek the high of watching the game.
We want trouble, and we revel in it.
Not just to ourselves, but even to those whom we are supposedly close to.
To be involved, reaffirms one's existence.
To be left out, tells of one's solitude, which at the current time, is unfashionable.
Some sway to the wind, without even knowing why.
And some reprimand others, for not going according to their ideals.
Do we even realise that the end will always be about kissing the dust?
That is lying in between the grimy and sticky surfaces of your toes.
Life is a joke, for some.
Life is a shithole, for others.
While the rest think that it is part of a bigger journey to somewhere better.
No one is sure, are we not?
We celebrate the existence of those we know, by their birthdays, or deathdays.
Random dates are made significant, just so we make ourselves feel grounded and sure.
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Happy 23rd Birthday Rushdy.
I hope you get what you want. :)
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For others, who are still fucked, and screwed, by whatever pawns and obstacles God decide to throw onto you, expect to be toyed around still.
At the end of it all, we are still fucked, and to those who thinks they know more and better,
GO FUCK YOURSELF.
:)
Good morning all.
hurr hurr hurr~
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