Atypical Wanderer

When one reads a good book, they would absolutely give the author the credit. However, when one watches a good movie or drama, often the credit is not rewarded to the scriptwriter first but rather to the casts or director. Without a well-crafted script, a story feels empty though with extraordinary performance by the actors and good directing by the director. I salute all the scripwriters that have produced a very high quality dramas and movies that have left me thinking that dramas and movies can do more than just entertaining. I thank you for the job well done. I wonder if I can write as creatively.

I just went to a bookstore a week ago and by chance saw this thick book of Shakespeare's work compilation. I thought I would like to buy it because the price is like really totally affordable. Like really totally affordable.  However, on second thought, I didn't think I should spend money on it because the thing is that Shakespeare sounds good only when other people, favourably with voices like that of Hugo Weaving, Benedict Cumberbatch, Colin Firth or John O'Hurley, read it to me. If I am to read his work again (I had to study Hamlet when I did my degree) all by myself, I think it is possible for me to have a double nosebleed. Another bummer is that the book is very heavy for me or even anyone to carry around everywhere. I mean, who carry around a book with like 700 pages++ for a bus ride? Isn't it better to make them into a few volumes but still with the same price? Since it is only reasonable to forget the whole thing about owning the book, shall I give mys...

"I'm ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight." - Little Do You Know, Alex & Sierra Here it is about pain. People say that time will heal all wounds, all pain. Even Adele said that. Well, she said that people say that while she actually "ain't done much healing".   I actually doubt this statement. How can you be completely healed if the flesh is cut too deeply that you bleed too much? And even, to be back to how you used to be,  to how things as they once were before you are stabbed? People can expect you to be better after certain period of time. But, they cannot expect you to be exactly as you once were, especially the ones that have caused the pain. Because in the healing process, you might miss to pick up the pieces of yourselves that are shattered to very tiny pieces that they are almost impossible to be glued back. The pain might still be felt though the wound is getting better. Doubts might replace the trust you ha...

I always miss my old friends who knew me better after years we went through together. They knew I did not like gossips, so they didn't gossip in front of me. They knew when I would like to change something about myself for my own good and they supported the effort though they didn't join the cause.   I liked that about them; their attentiveness and how they welcomed me into their group even when my idea of fun and my life perspective contrasted with theirs. I liked it when they did not call me names just because I was different. Yes, that's what I liked about this bunch of people. However, these few years of harsh adulthood years teach me that people change. We often hope others do not change when we ourselves change. Whether it is inevitable or it happens because we choose for it to take place, we change and others also change. I always remind myself that if I happen to meet these friends again in the future, there might be some things about these pe...

I learned from a number of my teachers that knowledge and humility supposedly come hand in hand. It is like the traditional Malay analogy of the paddy plant; as the husk gets heavier, it naturally bends towards the ground ( bawa resmi padi, makin berisi, makin tunduk ). If a person, considerably knowledgeable, cannot act humbly, I find it hard to give much respect to him. The mind of a clever should have the humility of an illiterate .  (Yes, yes. Some illiterates can be quite ignorant. So, they're out of the picture here.)

Just when I think She had been Hurt enough Torn enough Betrayed enough That I doubt If she is ever capable of love again I see her rise above She smiles again Gives again Cares again And even Loves again To the point that I question How she did it with the scars still in her eyes?