Please, Please

By Paranoia Semalam (September 11, 2016)




People with delusion of grandeur are distressingly pathetic. What makes them worse is, they actually knew it.

Ignorance and arrogance -- these two characters are the least to describe them.

Besides of big mouth and all big talks, there is nothing ever produced or proved. It is very hard to converse, let alone to convince and to criticize this type of people, because they would only listen to themselves, they would only believe in themselves, and for them, other people are inferiorly low and liabilities.

I must admit, listening to their tall stories and views about living life amuses me a lot -- not because of some sort of amazement and endearment, but it is more for the sake of disputation and argumentation. Most of time, they hate it, but for them, winning is when your enemies stop confronting.

It is double the fun when you know they are talking craps rather than the truth and the best part is, when their tongues sliply agree with you and they are basically elaborating your ideas and points, but then, still, they refuse to admit it.

They will never submit to any one. And they will never let it happens.

Being apologetic, accepting other's opinion, are a big no. They are condoning themselves, even to their own mistakes, errors or faults.

I don't blame them. This type of people are a slow learner. They have to endure more struggle and pain in getting the prize.

They are typically stubborn, logger-head, and short-tempered person. Listening to other people is not their best skill. They are full of themselves. They oftenly talk a lot. Their patience are for show-off. How would you learn or even to move forward if you open your mouth bigger than your heart?

I am taught to have respect for everyone. Whatever shits you have been gone through are not making you holier or better than any one else. Being humble is not disgracing you or anyone like being snob. And acting like you know nothing, is more pleasantful to know rather than listening to your fairy-tale-lands adventure.

Well, I should have not be fretted. Like my late father said, "Son, the blind and the deaf will pay the higher price!"

A real man should keep and bite his tongue from unnecessary and only present his mind under certain circumstances. Or else, he will be known as what he is now for the rest of his life -- not as what as he tried to potray he is.

Ode Untuk Negara-Ku

By Paranoia Semalam (September 10, 2016)

Merdeka-kah, jika harap, taat dan hajat, masih di-panjat pada selain-Nya? Atau barangkali ia cuma sebentuk kata untuk perdaya dan tipudaya sang pemerintah membodohi jelata?

Merdeka itu bebas. Bebas itu kemuncak. Kemuncak itu gila. Gila itu tidak tertakluk.

Akhir-nya, ter-akur-lah, kita hanya hamba -- yang selamanya harus diam, takut dan gentar.

Tergenggam dalam cinta dan murka-Nya, yang bisa saja terbinasa dalam angkuh-Nya.

Oh!

By Paranoia Semalam (August 23, 2016)



1. Ia membanggakan untuk mengetahui pencapaian negara kita di dalam Sukan Olimpik kali ini adalah yang terbaik. Ucapan tahniah mungkin tidak cukup untuk menggambarkan betapa rakyat Malaysia amat berterima kasih di atas kejayaan yang manis ini.

2. Walaubagaimanapun, bilamana kejayaan ini tiba-tiba dirampas oleh satu pihak yang berkepentingan politik, dan segala-gala usaha dan penat lelah para atlet dikreditkan dan dipusatkan kepada satu individu, ada rasa jelek yang maha dahsyat mulai muncul. Secara tidak sengaja, ia membawa ingatan kepada peristiwa bagaimana putar-belit dan rompakan yang dilakukan oleh pihak yang sama ketika 'perjuangan' menuntut kemerdekaan.

3. Hanya kerana mahu 'dia' terus hidup di dalam nadi rakyat, tidak kira apa sahaja jalan dan muslihat, biarpun terlihat jalang dan terdesak, jasa 'dia' harus dilampulimpahkan dan dicanang dengan tersirat di dalam setiap kejadian-kejadian besar yang mengharumkan negara.

4. Perbuatan lebih kuat dari kata-kata. Rakyat tidak bodoh. Mereka melihat, mendengar, merasa, membaca dan membuat keputusan. Hapak bangkai tidak mungkin terhapus dengan semburan haruman. Yang bodoh adalah si dungu dan si otak udang, yang bermati-matian mahu menikmati hasil daripada perniagaan dedak yang jijik. Maksud daripada peribahasa ini hanya akan dapat difahami oleh orang yang waras dan sempurna sifat akal, bukan si pentaksub sejarah yang bohong, bukan si pendusta yang bermata billionan, bukan juga si pengampu dan penjilat yang hanya tahu memburu nikmat material.

5. Mengambil kesempatan, seperti juga pukul curi, adalah perbuatan licik yang hina. Ketakutan dan kebencian biasa membuat pertimbangan menjadi   songsang, seterusnya secara beransur-ansur, tertelanjang aib diri sendiri.

6. Barangkali, isi di dalam kantung lebih memikat dan lumayan daripada isi diri dengan maruah.

7. Heh, steady juga menulis pakai nombor. Terasa seperti golongan tersohor!    ;p

Look Before You Leap. Listen Before You Speak

By Paranoia Semalam (August 5, 2016)



Our ass-polisher politicians are great. They have very thick skins. They only believe what they wanted to believe. They have no regret. They can spin the truth. They can fabricate lies and get away neither feeling guilty nor sorry. They can make things look devastating. They also can make things look excellent too.

They are magician.

I read the ancient Egyptian Pharaoh and Moses story when I was a little boy. I remember the story quite vividly on how widespread the practise of mysterious and supernatural forces, magnificent witchcraft, and amazing sorceries, in keeping the pharaoh supremacy.

Unlike the pharaohs, my MalaysiaOfficer #1, base on my judgment, is more powerful. He is more dominion than the Egyptian kings. No offense, in my observation, he does not involve conspicuosly in the use of mystical assistance in his governance. Somehow, he  controls bigger crowds than the pharaohs himself. He even fights bigger enemies. He survives all the attempts to discharge (all major newspapers and electronic medias write: overthrow) him from the post from four corners of the world.

Nobody argues that the biggest achievement in his premiership is how he manages to acquire at least 2.6 billions Malaysia Ringgit in his single bank account. My three-job-in-a-day neighbour makes a depressing note on this matter.

Thanks to all the magicians around him. They are doing very well job in covering, backing, conferencing, legalising, blackmailing, and manipulating almost every sensitive issues. People forget faster than we thought they are. As usual, the 3C Rule is deployed excessively and blatantly to turn around the table -- Convincing, Confusing, Cheating.

Until now, many people are left in the dark when it comes to 1MDB scandal. They do not fully comprehend the importance of the tragedy and have no idea on how it will bring catastrophy to the nation. They do not get the right picture. There are too much explanations. There are too much informations. There are too much stories and versions.

Our ears ache severely. And our hearts bleed.

Once again, thanks again to all the magicians around him. Their magic sticks have been really-really effective and efficient in silencing the mischief.

Some say, it is either Mr. MalaysiaOfficer #1 a brilliant man or the people are fool. Well, I say, nay, they are not fool, they are caught up in the monetary-based commitments which have made them contentedly-dumb.

Like it or not, the most hated person in our beloved land now becomes more stronger. How can you suggest that our innocent MalaysiaOfficer #1 has weak support chains and failure propaganda systems? Even the dead can write prayers for his safety in his Facebook account.

Anyhow, the Pharaoh and Moses story also gives us an insight about what will happen when absolute power crumbles. The use of corruptions, treacheries and deceits shall never hold the weight of truth. History always punishes ignorant.

Once the dam of lies breaks and collapses, it wipe off everything in its way.

Let's hope our MalaysiaOfficer #1 could be able to swim and save his reservoir of wealth from the disaster.

And keep all his magicians in his pocket safely.

Or else, he could be drowning altogether, just like what had happened to the ancient Egyptian Pharaoh.

A Bouquet of Flower from the North, and a Postcard Reads, 'Kleptocracy'

By Paranoia Semalam (July 31, 2016)


"I am tired of this kind of life!"
"O God! I have no time!"
"My monthly commitments are worth more than your average wages!"
"I can't sleep. The people are outrage!"

Amuse me, mammals, the joke is on you.

You -- for trying hard in making people laugh, agree and love you. You -- for trying hard in fattening the wallet and consolidating influence and celestial position.

I am sorry. I have stopped doing that. I don't need any approval nor acceptance from people like you. In fact, I need no blessing from other people.

A disgrace -- when your life is built on that sort of establishment. A disaster -- when your life is motivated by earthly gains.

What are you busying for? Then, what are you should be seeking of? A monumental achievement in wealth searching? An astounding acquisition in power?

You are answerable for all your conducts. You only have one live to spare, to discharge the trials, to submit to the truth, to build an everlasting happiness in heaven. Let's pray, for all the possessions obtained, for all the seconds spent, for all the pleasures and enjoyment you had and wasted, they will not betray and go against you when asked before The Almighty.

And please do not fucked up in the process. Do not ever fucked up -- for His wrath is beyond imaginable.

There is a business trend, perhaps a strategy, to use religion as a marketing tool.

Yassinated raisins, honey, dates, all kind of drinks and juices with Quranic verses recited upon it, goat's milk which had been instilled with all kind of prays, black-magic repellant soap, and it seems the lists will never stop.

This product Islamization is getting wilder, idiotic and I even heard there are people who 'stereofied' certain surah to their herds and livestocks!

Oh God, forgive me for I have sinned! I have eaten so so many kafir chicken in my life!

And most of their miraculous claims are ridiculous and absurd too. It feels sinful enough even to write it down here.

I wonder, how all of these rubbish sell? Don't they feel guilty for innovation?

Islamizing the goods and products doesn't make you become holier, stronger or healthier, neither using nor consuming them. It is you who take shahadah, not them, it is you who have to undergo the process!

This materialistic race really makes people go nuts. Faith is not for trading.

Perhaps, this is my most uncivilised rant.

Some friends would still like to insist, even in this day and age, that we must not blame others for our woes and focus on fixing our own house first.

Or maybe these selfish ignorant bastard are too busy dreaming about Disney-lands and treasure-hunts to worry about the criticality of the time upon us.

The sooner we become wiser about this larger conflict outside the well, the better it would be for all of us.

But, most of us are too lazy to read, let alone to analyze. They take things for granted -- as everything happens because the universe told so.

If we free our mind and spend some time to dig out the history and study on what are on the predators' mind, then we will definitely see. The truth is always not as it seems to be.

Thinking back, regarding the recent terror in France and Turkey, who the hell are the culprits behind the curtain? Who are orchestrating and manipulating the plays? What are the plans? Why France? Why Turkey?

How are they mobilising the tools -- the people, the arms and arsenals, the funds, the plots, etc, etc -- without ever being noticed by intelligents, isn't it something really weird and disturbing going on here?

What are they inciting?

And immediately, the finger starts pointing. It is IS? ISIS? Daesh? Al-Qaeda? Jihadist groups? to blame. Who are these created monstrous puppet? Why not some other powerful hand with agenda? Could it be it was just an inside job to speed up and justify something bigger?

Can't we clearly see it?

No matter how bad we don't want war to happen, there are people who enjoy it as much as we hate it.

Why war? Because the earth is scattered with six billions lives, the most efficient way to control this big world is, by depopulation dan shrink it into a small piece as possible.

The Third World War hasn’t started yet. Each party are taunting each other and there will be another act of terror one after another. Perhaps, they are expecting (read: targeting) someone to cut a ribbon to formally launch it.

Mark my words.

Ia kelihatan seperti penulisan tidak pernah meninggalkan aku. Ah, ke mana dan di mana menghilang penulis-penulis agung lain?

Atau mereka sebenarnya cuma kaya dengan angan-angan, tidak dengan kekuatan.

Atau, heh, wujud barangkali kerana tempiasan budaya dan ikutan serta perasaan mahu-jadi.

(Akhir-nya, yang kekal tinggal, hanya yang benar-benar di tempatnya).

Bukan mudah untuk menjadi apa yang dicanang dan kental mentaati perjuangan. Yah, bercakap adalah seni yang murah. Dan perihal murah ini akan tidak akan menjadi kekal.

Nah, mulut siapa dulunya yang bicara lebih daripada akalnya?

Masa memberitahu, bukan?

-- Macam mana Najib?

Hampir saja mulut aku yang penuh dengan batang buruk terhambur keluar.

"Kenapa Najib?" aku soal setelah menenangkan diri aku dengan beberapa tegukan sirap selasih. Sisa-sisa kuih masih bergumpal melekat di celah-celahan gigi buat aku kurang selesa untuk memberi kata balas.

"Dia macam mana?" aku disoal lagi.

Tanpa ada jawapan, ada diam menyelinap di antara kami. Masa terhenti, kami berdua seolah berpakat untuk berpandangan sesama sendiri, dan seperti interaksi telepati, ada dengus panjang yang tegang dan jujur keluar dari kerongkong kami, hampir serentak.

"Kecewa, bukan?" aku kata.

**

-- Parti baru tu, OK?

"Aku kurang," balas aku.

-- Kenapa?

"Oren dekat Myanmar sembelih orang Islam, oren dekat sini bunuh ulama."

-- Ulama ke?

"At least, mereka yang aku kenal dalam tu takutkan Tuhan, berilmu dan beramal lebih dari aku."

"Kiblat ketua pun masih Kaabah, bukan Karbala!"

**

"Kau tak perlu pandai sangat dekat Malaysia," aku kata. "The best way to reach the top, even if you have no education is to be politicians."

"Orang sekarang pandang harta dan possesi, bukan idea, bukan visi, bukan apa yang kau heret, genggam, perjuang dalam diri kau."

"It is the battle of who is the loudest, not the smartest."

"Dan kalau leader kau tak cerdik, kau hanya perlu angguk dan sokong untuk selamat. Be like, yes sir! Saya yang menerima arahan!"

"Ingat tak cerita Hang Nadim, Singapura Dilanggar Todak?"

"It is easier to manage a bunch of idiot than a single brainer!"

-- Tak hairan-lah level SPM pun boleh jadi MB, kan?

"Itu, bukan aku yang cakap, ya!"

**

-- Tun OK?

"Tun OK."

"Aku masih menyanjung orang yang membaca dan menulis."

**

-- Kau macam mana, OK?

**

Hari Raya, ia sentiasa menjadi lapang sasar menembak kecenderungan. Peluru terenak pastinya berkisar kisah kepolitikkan, serta bagaimana-cara-atau-perniagaan-menambah-isi-kantung-kewangan-sebanyak-banyaknya-untuk-hidup-1000-tahun.

"Bila nak kahwin?"

Dan juga tentang hal kebujangan aku.

Ada waktu-nya aku diperingat tentang sesuatu oleh bau-bauan. Sebentar tadi, setelah sekian lama, aku disanggah oleh satu aroma, yang segera saja diterjemah sebagai memori yang eksklusif, yang langsung terus menuntun rasa-rasa lampau ke dalam denyut darah.

Tergesa oleh kombinasi-kombinasi perasaan yang bercampur-baur, timbul ghairah ingin tahu daripada mana punca wangian. Ada-kah ia masih terbit daripada tubuh pemilik yang telah tidak lagi menjadi puja? Ada-kah dia di sini? Mengapa dia ada di sini?

Ia tidak semerbak, tetapi cukup dan tepat untuk mengherot kewarasan dan mengakis kekuatan.

Yah, barangkali aku yang terburu-buru membina taakulan. Bagaimana mungkin hal di dalam imaginasi aku terjadi nyata. Kelakar bila fikiran kita menjadi seolah-olah begitu dungu, mudah diperdaya oleh keinginan-keinginan yang runtun.

Bila terjerumus jatuh ke dalam, terlintas juga di fikiran, masih-kah aku menjadi walau secubit kerinduan? Atau aku hanya sebentuk daki daripada bahagian-bahagian ingatan yang tidak di-rai, yang sedang melalui proses saringan dan enyahan?

Atau hanya aku yang terlalu ketara gagal menyelindung desahan pura-pura, dan masih terpesona dan rapuh dengan bisik-bisik halus di hujung-hujung hati?