Should I lie and say I’m back from a hiatus?

I love writing. I really do. I just don’t have any idea what to write. That, and because life is a real pain, Time takes on the role of that ex-lover you keep chasing after but end up resenting because it slips from your fingers like so much sunlight.

Then again, blame the devil on my shoulder; Procrastinator be thy name.

I really shouldn’t complain. After all, I chose this line. I am paid to go through this torture of studying and I should be thankful for it because to be on the other end of the stick is like begging to be stripped of your skin. And pretty soon, I will be on that side.

See what I mean by having a love-hate relationship with dear Time?

But I’m back. At least, I hope I still have all my marbles left to blog something coherent. But interesting… nah. I’m not banking on that horse; I’m not interesting enough.

Or am I?

Paper Doll

Be kind to my paper heart
Your words, like a torrential rain
Would soak and tear it asunder  

Only you…

Love me for my paper skin
On which you’ve tattooed your ire
The scratches you make might rip into me

Affect me…

Worship my paper limbs
No matter how careful you touch me
The creases made can never be smoothen

Otherwise, I am steel.

you look at me with that awful empty face
half-lidded eyes already shutting me out
I wonder when exactly you stopped caring
unflinching at the abuse I hurl at you
despite the spittle flying to whip acid onto your skin
your flesh that used to quiver barely stir
the microscopic shift is merely a reflex of… disgust
and I wonder what took you so long.  

As I Am

Cast your eyes 
Upon the blistering sky 
Let the heat 
Burn its image 
Through your tears 
Sweltering, 
Sizzling upon skin 
You lift a hand 
To stop the flow 
But still it kept to its course 

Cast your eyes 
Upon me 
Let my image 
Cool you down 
Stop your frown 
Stop your tears 
Such an effect 
I have on you… or had 
One I am pleased 
To note 

Cast your eyes 
Upon the dried floor 
Of flaky residue 
Dramatic end to fights 
You bleed as I do 
Of that I am thrilled to know 
What of the soothing consequence 
That I produce in you? 
Too easily shattered 
This contented peace 

Scratch upon scratch 
The surface of me 
Cuts deeper 
And deeper still… 
But of you 
Hardly a dent 
I wish to hurt you 
Wound you 
Harm you 
I wish you to be damaged… 

As I am. 

Islam in Conflict

Abdillah Zamzuri

“Assalamualaikum” or “Peace Be Upon You” – That’s the greeting that Muslims all around the world would be extremely familiar with. It is used when greeting anyone you meet and wishing them peace or mentioning to a person that you are coming in peace when you meet them.

Travel anywhere into a Muslim community anywhere around the world and opening a conversation with “Assalamualaikum” would instantly open up lines of conversation with any Muslim.

That’s how I’ve done it travelling abroad and it has never for once failed me from Asia to America.

And since Muslims come greeting someone with peace, it brings a lot of discomfort for me to say that I find it ironic with whatever that is happening around the world, especially so, when people who claim they are Muslims are committing acts of violence.

Think Syria and think of Al-Qaeda (if it even exists) and Taliban…

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Dubbler – Where Your Voice Can Be Heard

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For the past week, I’ve been busy with a new social media app that I downloaded into my phone. It’s really a great app where you can record your voice and post it to the community of Dubblers. The app allows you to convert your voice clips into different formats. There is the cat voice that will change your voice into a higher, cuter pitch. There’s the bird voice which will take the pitch even higher. Darth Vader voice that will make any woman sound like a man. There are also a few background music that can accompany your speeches.

This app is especially great if you’re musically gifted. You can record yourself singing, playing an instrument, and all sorts of other musical endeavors. If you’re a comedian, let yourself be heard and add more laughter to the people on Dubbler. You can also treat this as a digital journal and post random voice clips. It’s also great for those who just love the sound of your voice, like me for example.

Just like any other standard social media platform, you can like and comment on other people’s voice clips, and follow users. Use it to make more friends. So far, I’ve been using it to talk about my homeland because a lot of people there don’t know much about Singapore. I’ve also read one of my poems and I think I’ll that more often. I can’t always talk about my country. That would be too boring.

The only thing is, I wish I can save my recorded voice clips so that I can have the option to post it elsewhere. My blog, perhaps. They only seem to have the options to share on Facebook and Twitter. I also wish they could have the function to save a draft of your clip. And by the way, each post is limited to only 60 seconds so you gotta make them count.

If you’re ever curious about how I sound like, or just curious about the app itself, or simply wish to make yourself heard, download the app! Follow me on Dubbler and I will definitely follow you back!

Butterfly

I’d like to pluck a pillow from the sky and fluff it up beneath my head

The green bed is prickly soft as it cradles my weary body

And like a glowing LCD effect, the lights play a theatric show

Of reds and blues, purples and oranges

Before I close my eyes to rest, a fragile beauty flits gently across my vision

Fluttering wings dip and fan before it touches down onto the tip of my nose

But it is gone too soon, departing with a silent goodnight

As always, I’m left all alone.