Ceritakudulu

A Mystery

2012-01-31T18:12:00.001+08:00

I had a dream one night. I met a man whom I can’t really saw his face or recognized how he looks like. I just knew that’s a man and I absolutely sure he is. I recall that we’re having chats, and it’s a fun one, under a very big, green and shady tree in the middle of green field, out of nowhere. I don’t know what were we talking about in particular, but I remember a question he asked me that time.

A Mystery

“With the world full of knowledge, which one you think the first one need to be learned?”

On the wooden swing, under the shadow of the tree, he suddenly vanished and leaving me alone, still thinking of the right answer for the friendly Mister. Things change, the scenery is fading and miraculously I am awake from my dream with my mind still working with the question, and curiously want to know what would be the answer?

Peace is Love

2012-01-11T21:20:00.002+08:00

I question myself one day, what is peace? Having everything? Or controlling everything? I believe that peace is love. Love that can be felt in every heart, have no boundaries, have no forces, and it naturally born with us. It makes you feel calm with the way it cease your problems away, the way it lift you up when you fall, the way it makes you cry and release your pain, and the most important is the way it gives you hopes to hang on and to climb for the best of life. So, do you really need money for that? Nope, all you need is got back your humanity, because it’s the beginning of love from the giver that need no reply.

I’m a seeker of love,

Have no boundaries and not blind,

Giving no burden but hopes,

Not for suicide, but for a peace of life.

Soothing music is a way to understand what love is.

Written by fzikuz

Future, Dreams and Fantasy

2012-01-06T21:20:00.000+08:00

You must believe in the way you see 'it'

A small step to begin with,

Decision to leave uncertainty,

Next step to create a fantasy,

Collecting dreams yet as reality,

Do as wishes of a starveling,

Build the house even with a brick,

Put a soul in every dreams,

Make a fantasy become a reality,

Let times become an enemy.

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Friday, January 06, 2012

Freak Never Die

2011-12-20T11:16:00.000+08:00

‘I have live long enough, but why can I control my anger as the way it should be?’ I didn’t look at him while throwing the question; instead I keep staring as far as my sight can reach out of the blue sea. Though this is the part that I hate most to talk about, but Amad still patiently seated, smiling at my very question. ‘You don’t really need the answer’ he said and I said nothing.

It is time to take a vacation

‘Two fresh coconut juice, sir, and do you want anything else?’ ‘No thanks’ I said. Then I saw the waitress moving to a table which just two rows from me, asking politely the customers whom just arrived, waiting for their orders. ‘Hey, what’s in your mind?’ Amad started the conversation after an awkward moment of silent. ‘I don’t know, it hard for me to put it in word”.

I exhale hardly like a person who just finished doing some heavy work. The I continued, ‘I love someone, and that someone really is important to me which that someone can even make me cry in my night, just remembering what that someone doing right at that moment. I happen to know the bad side of that someone, and the sympathy keep growing inside, getting bigger when we live together. I love that someone so much but at the same time I feel really exhausted of this sympathy feeling till I can’t control myself, talking with high pitch, rarely smile and always trying my hard to avoid any eyes contact.’

Amad is always a good friend, since from our childhood. He is a kind of protective person, soft-hearted, yet has a strong will and determination. He teaches me about many things, never complaint when he need to do or said the same thing again and again, all because I am too dumb to understand all that philosophical and super-floes talk he gave, and he reply shortly to me:

‘Freak never die, it just vanish through times. Same goes to your problem, it never mean to be answered, instead it just keep giving you problems and questions, till you never realized that same thing already happen’.

Written by fzikuz

p/s: It is really hard to control anger, right?

Will You Come, Santa Claus?

2011-12-18T11:20:00.001+08:00

It is six days before the end of the year, and everyone knows what will happen on that day, and in fact everyone is eagerly waiting for it, preparing what is necessary, and yes it is during winter, and yes it is Merry Christmas.

How old Santa really is?

What is Christmas really mean? A rising hope for a white beard with white hair, fat old man, wearing all red hat and cloth, floating in the sky with his six reindeer, and bringing a bunch of presents on his back, to make your wish come true? You know that it doesn't work that way, right? Long before, when you were a young, energetic, innocent kid, you have been told a story of a noble and kind, yet powerful old man that can hear your wish, far from nowhere (I mean far from the North Pole perhaps).

Years later, when you now serve the community, married and having child, you passed the same story you get from your folks. 'Behave, and Santa will make your wish come true!'. That what you told your child. But what's the point to tell a lied that you know will soon be discovered when your child grown up?

I know I couldn't get the answer because the world had acknowledge this kind of lied, and like a sacred will, everyone bear a responsibility to keep this lied passed down to the next generations in the name of 'The Spirit of Christmas'. My only wish is, will you help me to perished this lied from keep going, Santa Claus?

"For all long days in Winter,

I sat on a chair, looking far to North Pole,

I wonder when will you knocked my door,

Because I'm dying, I am growing too old."

Written by fzikuz.
'Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'
p/s: I'm not part of this celebration.

Hopeless Hope?

2011-12-07T23:20:00.001+08:00

Hopeless Hope

A Song Of A Deaf

2011-11-30T19:42:00.001+08:00

I was born in a village full of an artistic people. Everyone is the best artist in their field of work. They were known for the best craftsman, the best poetry, the best philosopher, the best musician, and the best singer that world ever known; and among all, singer is the most well-known.

I grew up among people that do sing a lot in daily life, even while they're talking, eating, walking, and even in dreaming. I love the look of their faces, full of smile, and they alway live their life to the fullest and filled with happiness. So then it decided, I want to be a singer while I didn't really notice that singing does have sound because my entire life said differently.

A song of a deaf

I start to learn singing with friends, I heard the 'sound' coming from their mouths, I can 'hear' the rhythm of their lips moving up and down; and I start mimicking its movement and I began enjoying the beautiful 'voices' that I learn. Day after day, I become a good listener rather then a good singer. I sing when they want me to, and I begin to notice the smiles I received, the excitement faces that I saw, wasn't really as I expected.

There's something wrong. One day, there was an annual festival held and everyone will sing a song with the theme, 'Memoir of Sailor'. I work hard for this moment, I wrote the most beautiful lyric I can ever made, and practice countless time, but among hundreds that hear my song, only a response then make me realize a hard fact about my life.

"My dear son, that was a good song that I ever heard, but so sad no one tried to understand. They're clapping hands and smile, while the song is telling differently; because they just hear a song with sound, while you're singing with no voice but can be heard with no ears. Living is not just pleasing other people son, but it about appreciation of who you are. If today no one understand you, don't give up, because you already can see what they can only see after hundreds of years. You're not a broken part, but you're a missing part that will complete the puzzle of this people. Have trust in yourself; and only people with strong believe can live happily."

Written by fzikuz

Friendship Is Not History

2011-11-27T23:42:00.001+08:00

There's so much to say,
Yet there's no words spoken,
I saw you're walking away,
And I just couldn't do anything.

If I can play guitar,
I'll create a melody worth listening,
Sounds that will surpasses time,
Song that expressed my present.

I don't wish for you to come,
But now losing you cause me a grief,
I wonder when will we meet again,
So the memories shall not keep repeating.

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim
Sunday,November 27, 2011

Knowledge and Life

2011-11-20T00:31:00.001+08:00

It’s been so long since I wrote something on this blog’s wall other than posting of poems and quotes. I am in the middle of crisis of my life, the right and wrong in choosing my way to the future. It doesn’t work well, but everything just fine and I have this believe in myself that it goanna be okay sooner or later.

Ray of Life

One thing that really hold me back, the ability to understand knowledge; the way it work, the way it help for creating a better person, and the way it show how is life for a living person. I really miss that moment when I can see the colors of life, the dance of love and hatred, and the beauty of smile and tears. This may sound superfluous, ridiculous, and maybe just some mere metaphors in writing, but I really felt that, and it is a very interesting angle of seeing life in this world.

Our life is reaching for the climax; the end of peaceful, the end of moralize civilization, the end of neighborhoods and the end of philosophers. Can’t you see its coming? The knowledge hasn’t long been our companion, because we force it to be a slave of our uncontrolled desired. People believe in lies and gossip more than a fact and truth, the world and it treasures been worship and humanity getting rip; and how is this will creates a better future?

Everyone is a philosopher of their life. Every heart is filling with love of peace and happiness. Therefore I believe in chances, and I’ll hook up in these tight, and I will work hard to get my companion back, the knowledge of life, the light for a bright future.

Sincerely,
fzikuz

Remarkable Life

2011-11-12T23:45:00.001+08:00

Remarkable life

I seek for remarkable life, I seek for changes, and I seek for chances

Yesterday

2011-11-11T12:00:00.001+08:00

Yesterday

Ghost in Shadow

2011-10-24T23:26:00.001+08:00

Ghost in Shadow

Life is a choice, love is a choice, happiness is a choice, enemy is a choice, wealthy is a choice, and desire is a choice, but truth is not a choice and faith is not a choice, because its a reflection of the other choices.

Strength

2011-10-21T11:46:00.002+08:00

Strength

What make a person strong is when he open his heart to see his past, learn from his mistakes, understand who he is, and never feel tired of keep trying, hoping for better future.

Pressure

2011-10-15T23:47:00.000+08:00

Pressure

I wish some people out there to understand how important to help each other by no other mean to take advantages of their lack. If we help others sincerely, they will somehow appreciate us more than we could imagine, and even precious then money we care for (sometimes).

Bonding

2011-10-12T18:58:00.001+08:00

Bonding

I heard people talked about putting trust into something they admire in their life, for example a friendship. I saw how people change upon a relationship which sometimes it does bring harm more then what they hope for. I had encounter a situation in which when A and B are together, they enjoy the time so much, sharing everything, support each other and show how they appreciate the bond they have. But when B comes to C, it turn to be otherwise when they talk about A, nothing is nice. Is it worth to put a trust? Share your view.

Over Boundry

2011-10-12T00:01:00.000+08:00

Over Boundry

Minuscules

2011-10-10T22:33:00.000+08:00

Minuscules

Obstacle

2011-10-05T15:48:00.002+08:00

Obstacle

A Lit

2011-10-03T08:00:00.000+08:00

A Lit

Equal

2011-09-30T18:43:00.000+08:00

Equal

Perfecto

2011-09-29T12:44:00.002+08:00

Perfecto

Peace

2011-09-25T12:54:00.002+08:00

Peace

Fore Tales

2011-09-23T20:44:00.000+08:00

Fore Tales

Getting Married

2011-09-13T20:43:00.000+08:00

Love is a word that means so much. It covers everything, it about something, it bigger then a whole thing, and it a life for humanity. No sentences could really describe how big, how deep, how vast and how beautiful love is because in heart it sleep, and because it born with variety. Have no fear, never gain with forces, never lie in words, and never lost sincerity till later married become a prove of it.

Getting Married

I'll be there

2011-09-12T12:48:00.001+08:00

I'll be there

Count on me - Bruno Mars