Oh, he did it again. That bald Bugis man is either a genius or plain idiot.

I remember an old filthy joke I heard years ago. The joke is about the quarrel among the various parts of the body -- as to which one is the most powerful therefore should be the leader. The brain claims it is, and it should be in control of the rest, then the heart, then the mouth, the eyes, the skin and so on -- every each of them with its own irrefutable reasons.

The anus then just waits and smiles. It has only one point.

When its turn to speak arrives, it triumphantly declares, "I am the most powerful than any one of you. Including you, Brain!"

Everyone burst into laughter histerically. How dare the arsehole makes such an arse claim, they cry.

With intention to make fun of the anus, the brain mocks, "Amuse me, anus. Show me what you have to be our leader. Prove to us!"

The anus keeps its calm. It looks to the brain in the eye, then it shakes its head.

Then it says, "O everyone! If one fine morning, I just close my door for the rest of the day. Then every each of you will suffer!"

That bald Bugis man does not fit enough to lead. He is my worst Prime Minister. Instead of ruining the foundation of this multiracial country for personal gains, he seems do not has any brilliant idea to move forward. I personally feel that he might abuse people's trust just to stay in charge. His refusal to surrender reminds me of the anus character -- threatening and blackmailing others who are disagree and against his will.

Or perhaps, that is the best an arse could do. How posibble you wish an arse to has even a simple wise brain than he already had?


"By 40, you will be successful, and damn rich!" said an Indian guy in front of me. He wore something like scarf on his head. He claimed himself as some kind of a medical or a magical practitioner, I was not sure. His accent was so thick -- as thick as his hair around his face, and chest.

"Just don't ever trust in love!" he said. I listened carefully so that I won't be misunderstood or missed the best part for the second times.

"Be good to your father!" he added. He finished up his tea in one slurp.

The advices are not valid, I thought. I did not have both. I lost them and I never had any chance to get them back.

He wiped off his tea-coated-moustache with a small handkerchief he carried along inside his side pocket.

The Indian guy then asked me for my birth date and after minutes of silent, and with closed eyes, he suggested me with everything about what had I been through, what is, and what will.

Yes, to my surprise, almost all of the stories about my past events were right and it almost made me jump out of my skin. He amazed me.

My excitement suddenly aroused. He must be an angel, I thought.

I should ask the details. This kind of oppurtunity doesn't come everyday, I whispered to myself.

"You are smart. Intelligent. You are very sweet person. You are a good keeper. You are easily misunderstood by people. You have so many dreams. Your heart is closed. Empty."

"You have a lot of potentials. I can see them in your --," he said. Again, I lost the words and connection.

I was about to asked him to repeat back but then I changed my mind. Instead, I looked at him in the eye.

There were millions of thoughts crossed in.

I nodded and smiled.

Then, I just let the guy did all the talking afterwards.

Inside, my logical (read: cynical) side of the brain told: "If he can predict other's fate, he won't be driving a, Wira."

Dan, bilamana kata-kata aku tidak lagi menyuntik pesona, bilamana haba dari tubuh aku tidak lagi menggetar wujud, bilamana kedengaran nama-ku tidak lagi menjentik sendu di ruas-ruas jantung, aku tahu, aku cuma sebentuk rasa yang telah pupus.

Dan, bilamana semua telah hancur berkecai, bilamana Cinta Yang Tinggi telah lunyai terbinasa, bilamana tiada lagi Dusta Yang Suci untuk membenar nesta, aku tahu, aku kau mengitar dan mengulang janji yang serupa.

Ia satu perjalanan. Ia satu jalan di antara jalan-jalan yang suram. Suatu masa, semua ini akan terpapar, semua ini akan terpancar, dan akhirnya semua ini akan menyedar, betapa aku, kau, serta apa-apa yang ada di antara kita, apa-apa yang mengorbit keberadaan dan sesah nafas kita, di sebalik segala kegagahan, kawalan, dan kesombongan yang terpamer, di sebalik kepura-puraan rasa dan topeng-topeng agama, hanya-lah jasad-jasad yang rapuh terhadap, heh, memori dan dosa.

50 batu ke barat daya, ada roh yang sedang derita. Dia dipapah, bertahan untuk terus bernyawa. 50 batu ke utara, ada roh yang sedang dirai. Dia bertepuk, menjerit dengan penuh takjub gembira.

50 batu dari kau, ada aku, berusaha mencantum serpihan-serpihan yang pernah membentuk, Hati.

Dia tidak merintih, dia tidak menagih. Dia hanya mahu terus bertenaga.

Dia mahu terus menjadi rujuk kepada nikmat kelmarin (yang seakan tidak pernah susut dan hapus).

The Deceitful Beauty Damages

Voltaire once described history as a lie commonly agreed upon.

Whilst, I believe, history is fabricated stories, wrote and authored by the winning sides of the wars.

So basically, we have something in common. We have massive doubt on our popular reception regarding past events. Perhaps, both of us actually did have many things in common to celebrate -- as a human who loves to embrace different opinions, pro-choicer, and against monarchical (read: royal constituitional) rule.

We have never met each other. He lived in earlier centuries than me. He was born in France and well-recognised for his writings and critics on church and freedom and philosophical thoughts.

He did what most people do in the time of the French Revolution but I am not an admirer of his lame works. I am just quoting on him.

In fact, I never fancy him.

I always question myself about what had been injected inside me all the way. The knowledges and understandings I gained about the world look like an organized and systematic installation. It feels like a programmed education conspiracy -- a computerised intellectual property alteration and baptism.

When I cross beyond the line, I see through different eyes. The more I try to comprehend, the more the reveal. The idea about the whole pictures, the civilizations, the origin, the humanity and mankind, the standards, the history, suddenly crumble and turn into new broader horizon, into heart-breaking and wiser view.

The sensation is intensely terrifying and mind-boggling.

What in the hell is going on? Who are these demons that orchastrating the show?

Go read and challenge your faculty of reasoning and understanding. And do engage in more and more reading. Acquire new opinions, theories, hypothesis, and menace your old die hard tales. Break the key and solve the big puzzle. Then you will realise that one minute is eventually sixty seconds. 

The visual is not immediately the truth.