12 November 2008

I Am a Great Pretender!

Peace be upon all


Wonder what happens if you're being an ignorant? Here's a poem if it suits your characteristic being one without taking concerning of people's matters.

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What a beauty!
What a world to spin around me
And colourful ants passing by me
While I stand here as though free


Wait –I am a great pretender!
It is with wonder
About these people as I ponder!
Towards their road, what lies yonder?

Their way of life; rushing
My curiosity; watching
Their problems; let me keep ignoring –
–It is because all for the sake of relaxing!

When the world comes crashing down
I will see people running around
And I will just call everyone a clown
Let everybody throw me a frown

Oh –I am a great pretender;
Willing to dream forever!
All my senses closed to keep me feel better;
My eyes closed and smile broader

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Enjoy!

30 October 2008

The Complexity to Truth



Peace be upon all

Somehow, I am having a thought of becoming a painter or artist instead. Ironically, artists only become famous after their death and Vincent Van Gogh is an example -but who cares about fame? All I want is to use the skills I have which I enjoy applying them through my works to not only just earn a living but as well as spreading and sharing my thoughts to others -with honesty and sincerity, not forgetting humanity. But anyway, it is rather weird for art pieces to be sold over prices of gold -or even bombs (millions of dollars).

Back to show:

Below is my very first accomplished artwork done in oil pastel. Do you see the end of some entrance where beyond it is light (at the centre of the painting)? That is Truth -at least, a simile.

The Complexity to Truth; almost an A4 size of work

How do you tell you're on the right Path?
The Path of Truth, are you on that?
Have you discovered the Truth?
How do you tell with it fabricated with several lies & confusions?
Have you felt pain & agony through your Quest for it?
With Overcoming several liars & lies along the way?
Do you spend your life searching it or prefer the darkness?


Hope to display in RP -Oh Izuddin! YOU'RE THE BIGGERST DREAMER!!


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26 October 2008

Artists -My Perception

Disclaimer: Read the article below (my post) till the end if you are men of understanding.

I remember telling Mr Chuan about arts are lies last semester during one of the lessons for Arts Criticism and Analysis. I know some art lovers in my class during that time and probably I might have perhaps offended their hearts through my opinion although I’m sure that Mr Chuan really loved to hear them –and still does (because he’s my facilitator for Anthropological Studies. Maybe I thought that artists were simply desiring attention through their impactful artwork –you never know because art always has underlying messages and people do crazy stuffs through that by even “selling their bodies” (sorry to say this) to be painted by viewers themselves; do research about ‘performance art’ if you want to know more about such “art format”.

At most we see that artworks especially paintings by some famous artists in the world such as Pablo Picasso, Vincent Van Gogh and few others (do your own research –I am not your Art Guru) leave no precise meanings in their works. All that viewers could do are making assumptions.

Well, you see –I think I just learn why few artists (and I hope they’re sincere and honest through their artwork without the intention of gaining fame but understanding) simply do crazy stuffs. I, based on my experience in life, would hint out that I am like everybody else –an ordinary human being caged within our worldly lusts with the struggle of persevering for patience through obstacles especially the foolishness and misunderstanding behaviour of people all around us.

Again I repeat –I am struggling for patience.

But like everybody else, we do not want to pick a fight with anyone and hence, we place all the blames by everyone upon ourselves –even we are innocent. Humans will simply continue to take advantage of you when you are down; in a nutshell, when you are trying to be patient of the nonsensical treatment by them. Do you see where I am getting at? Are you among them who leap on the heads of others and apportioning blame and make accusations over their exasperated and weary bodies due to the struggle of enduring deep agonies? Are you among them who refuse to take the words of the people who share knowledge with you about the truth of the world where you live like fishes in the sea, unable to swim above the surface to search what is beyond?

Are you even among those who slain the righteous people such as prophets throughout time?

Do you reject them because they are full of boredom (perhaps because they love sharing knowledge that you immediately turn off by their words as though you’re in a history class where your teacher monotonously drones from the textbook? In any case before I move on, I must congratulate you on your ignorance for the knowledge of humankind and civilisations if you are what I have asked concerning yourself a while ago.

This is not what Izuddin say; so don’t get angry with me –you choose that path where only unaware lambs heed for the route to the wolves; this you have formed a norm and influence upon the society, creating that as your rightful ideology and I am merely speaking to remind you what you have done.

Sadly among the ideology you have made it lawful for you to have the right to seize advantage over those who are patient. They are like rabbits hiding in the burrow, going and digging deeper with reluctance of biting your fingers when you provocatively poke them.

And the best part is; you suddenly let your anger loose when they retaliated –you started cursing and distant yourselves away from them (when ironically it is you who create such a commotion in the first place).

Do you get it? You start poking them by never appreciating what they have done. To worsen the situation, you have even make slanders by throwing accusations on them and all they do are doing their best in being patient.

Look –they feel as though nobody in this world understands them. They do not want to speak of their good deeds because they fear that sincerity has never been with them; they are rejecters of fame apart from the ones who live for others and not just for their own.

Get the picture? When you ill-treat them, they start calling the times they do kindness upon others.

Do I deserve all these despite all the good things I have done?” –because of you they start to lose their sincerity. In the front they are being patient and behind your backs they shoulder burdens which you would have sworn, cursed and moaned if you are in their shoes –they do all these without much complains.

Deep down inside their hearts, they yearn for someone to talk to –someone who would understand their worlds. But they are afraid because it is probably they do not want to render difficulty on others; it is even possible they are afraid of being insincere or darken their hearts with hatred and distrust, which that is eventually the result among them.

Today I realise that is probably what most artists (with pure hearts) are. Is it wrong to yearn for attention which they hope for understanding to relieve their inner selves from the cage of rubbishes cast by people?

Attention-seeking, aren’t they?

Please do not forget the fact that they leave their artworks free for all interpretations by viewers –of course, I am talking about those who pour their emotions into their works of art. They only yearn for understanding because of the ill-treatment you have on them.

They leave their art pieces in vagueness because they do not want to complain to the world like you always do all the time even with the slightest difficulty in your life. A picture paints a thousand words but they are afraid of explaining their own masterpieces as they do not want to lie; they do not want to be dishonest with you and that is why they do not want to talk in details about their paintings and actions in art.

Don’t you get it? That is how my life is although I am no painter or artist (although you may label me as “insane” since I am swift in emotions). And I am only sharing my opinion concerning the possible reasons behind artists’ what-you-call-weird sanity.

Condemn me all you want BUT don’t leave others hating the world because of your actions. And do I need to curse and use vulgarities on you lest you are men without understanding? Won’t you ponder about your actions behind the rage of people have on you?

Are you going to badmouth and slander people after this?

Have you ever thought why the famous artist Vincent Van Gogh slices his own ear lobe? Do you know what love is? Isn’t love an emotion? What does that now tell you about emotions?*


*Hint: If you want to know more, make a research to why Vincent Van Gogh had his own ear “tormented”
......"Beautiful Silence".......

18 October 2008

Truth or Lies

Peace be upon all

Before I go on typing what I have to say (out of distrust, perhaps), I would like to make an announcement –I might be changing blogs because and this time, it will no longer be in blogspot.com but some random address all due to practice of Adobe Flash for the sake of the working world (so that I can create a portfolio and get some clients to hire me –HALAL, please! No pornography or pathetic desires such as propaganda and biasness, alright!).

Before that, I know I might have affected some of you with my attitude these days especially in school or maybe towards my family. Please forgive me for my actions should they pierce your sentiments –I do not have the information of my recovery from what we, humans, are suffering from whether we realise it or not (and I will touch on that later –in fact, that is what I want to talk about for today’s post).

I do not want to blame anyone –but it is rather sad and hurtful to watch yourselves unable to control the corruptions and confusions happening all around you and hence, you grow hostile towards everyone. Time and space hath made me this way... (do I sound poetic?)

But I still believe there is goodness in us despite the time of tribulations we are facing. Without further ado, I would like to share my readers a piece of poem I have pieced (may Allah bless me with a pure and true sincerity).



Tell me…

What is Truth?
Where and from whom did you learn the Truth?
How do you determine that is Truth?
Show me your proof that it is Truth!

Are you really sure that’s the Truth?

Have men altered it?
Have they, with lies, fabricated it?
Remained are the contents they see fit
Denied and altered are the things they see as limit

Throughout time men turn greedy –
–Breaking everyone’s unity!
–Turning the world into conspiracy!
–Filling everything with uncertainty!

O Humans, can’t you see?
You’ve been misled by the things you see!
–with their so-called liberty
–and their media full of uncertainty!

And you believe in it?

You prefer believing in lies to seeking the Truth?!
Or you want me to show you proof?!

Ok, ANSWER ME!

Why do people get bored when we speak of religions –
–Whenever we discuss about histories and civilisations –
–But FUN like crazy when creating HOT TOPICS under entertainments?

“Ignorance is bliss,” that’s what people say!
Don’t you think you’ve been led astray –
– So that the elites will have no one standing in their way?!
With your mind and soul controlled, where will you stay?!

CAN’T YOU STILL SEE?
BUT YOU WON’T BELIEVE ME
BECAUSE WE’RE BLINDED BY UNCERTAINTY


Or rather…

Humans embrace the Darkness but fear the Light

BECAUSE TRUTH IS WHERE DESIRE ENDS!!!!!!


That is all for now -if you want me to prove you more, you have got to look around and see what is amiss in the world. Do you NOT think it is weird for us to be enjoying ourselves on earth while there are people oppressed in some parts of the world -or even your very own country? Do you not think it is kind of weird to listen only to what the politicians have got to say while ignore and condemn those who are telling the truth?

Music, movies, TVs... do you think all these really help? Ponder in your hearts and question yourself what have these changed your life for the better? SEX; VIOLENCE; LIES; TERRORISM (quite irony that only Muslims are labelled as terrorists -have you ever questioned of all the immoralities taught by the very country who made such claims, the America?) -YES, LOVE SEX AND VIOLENCE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT WE ARE SEEING EVERYDAY!

Bad guys are now enjoying trillions cups of popcorns behind our backs as they watch the world suffers in their hands -cool!


But Allah knows best

While they plot, Allah plans as well; for the best of planners is Allah

[And by the way, Allah is your daily eternal One God whom you worship disregard of which religion you belong; because 'Allah' means God in Arabic -even the Christians in Arab call God by that name]

20 September 2008

Untitled

Peace be upon all

I’m just going to keep things short.

All this while, I’ve been patient and do my very best in restraining myself from hating anyone. It’s not easy to be forgiving, not to mention remain close on those whom you dislike most just because you want to create a love between you and him when there is a burning hatred in the inside you.

I don’t really want to complain about my life –but it seems like everyone’s having a fun in poking me with a needle in the heart! I would enjoy the tickle on my stomach but a piercing needle through my heart? If you ask me, I would be glad to spend a period of my life cursing and damning those who wrong upon me by praying to Him.

But that doesn’t sound right –since when has Islam taught Muslims to hate others?

Yeah –I don’t want to moan about the obstacles I’ve got to overcome owing the fact that there are those who suffer worst than I do. But is it fair of me not being angry on those who did wrong to me? For God’s sake, I’m a human and don’t let me run out of patience –don’t me curse and damn those wrongdoers out there! God is watching, really!

I can’t stand it anymore… Being betrayed, being accused, and being out of place with the smug everyone’s wearing –how I hate the arrogance of human beings especially when they spare no thoughts of those inferior that them as well as not being grateful of what they have; I am not exception.

You may have come across people who claim that they love others –I dare you laugh if you come across such people who do so in their blogs. But at the end of the day, only Allah knows how sincere their hearts are.

But there’s no reason why the world should betray me that I feel I’m restrained from having a bright future –and the source is always the humans. And I’m not surprised since men have proven themselves arrogant and ignorant through history –what’s with the slaying of righteous people such as the prophets and changed their teachings for the greed of mankind’s own gain?

I’m stressed up… I never told anyone about all the things I’ve got to face saved a few. But it hurts me deeply that patience takes a cloth to wipe the oozing blood of the heart, which I’m sounding it’s almost impossible.

Please… don’t accuse me of such things… Don’t lie to me; it’s everyone’s honesty that I want. Don’t have to call me egoistic because no matter how much I try to hide the things about myself, there are portions that are left bared and if I’ve made or lead you to have a certain perception of me, I won’t blame you. If that’s what you see in me, I won’t lie because I won’t deny I’m a human as well.

I, like everybody else, have weaknesses and the saddest part is; no man recognises his strength and weakness. We all live in a world fraught of lies.

I’ve been betrayed… I’ve been accused with no one to understand me. I feel as though I’m out of place when friends whom I trust and used to share my problem have their own cliques to share their happiness. I’m always the one without a slice of their cake.

If you understand me, it’s not your attention that I need. I just hope nobody would ever accuse or mistreat me. All I want is to love people; not curse and damn them through supplications to God. Please… I don’t want to do all those stuffs. I’m a human being and you know better that human’s patience has its limitations.

I don’t want to complain… My tears are for no one but myself… You all see me alright exteriorly.

Have you ever thought of the soul beneath the flesh?





I’m always here… Not everybody else does the same…
So others may
You may contact me if you ever need a listening ear, for I’ll be one

[This post is generally for everyone, no specific person is targeted]

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10 September 2008

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Peace be upon all
Come, O Beloved
The thought of You gains me strength & hope
You come in a speed greater than of light at the cries of ours
Your aid knows no boundaries
No nation do You leave helpless

Come, O Eternal
In the trial of faith I was
Yet You stood watching over me


I held my faith clasped in my hand…
….Like a shattered soul clinging in nothingness
The media; neither proofs nor evidences…
…provided to the masses
…Who among them are those fooled by liars
I was among them in the path of darkness


The Light’s absence…
…renders me soulless
And Your aid appears…
…Through the mouths of my brothers
Words of theirs full of righteousness…
…Bring proofs & evidences

Let not the love disappears…
…Within the pure hearts of my brothers & sisters
Gain us unity even in darkness
Let not out faith disappears


The Last Hour appears
Let not our unity falters


Lend us Your strength!
Lend us Your strength!
Lend us Your strength!

May the Wrath of Yours be upon the oppressors!
May the Curse of Yours be upon the liars!

Before that…

May the Guidance of Yours be upon them…
…lest they may turn in repentance
Allah Knows Best
While they plan, Allah plans as well; for the best of Planners is Allah

15 July 2008

Affection

I couldn't help myself. I do hope you come and visit here. I even doubt if you ever know that I have a blog. And I wonder if you have visited here even once.

I sent you a poem this morning… I said it was meant for you, for I made it when I thought how distressed you were last Saturday. I tried asking you how you felt and you said you’re ok. I wonder if you’re concealing a truth just because there’s a gap between us… Or were you really alright? Are you still in a good shape even now?

Or are there secrets among us because you and I are only friends? We see each other almost everyday in school and I do still feel I’m like nobody seeming that you are rather closer with your friends from the school’s IG.

I didn’t mean to cause you feel awkward with the confession I made. I understand how stressful you’ve been… You said so in your personal message of your email address whenever you sign into MSN that you need a break. I told you this morning that when you are sick of everything, I want to be with you for anything –it’s true… I really want to…

But every single day, I almost find no words to say. That’s because I greatly fear with the presence of people all around us. I’m more comfortable when there’s just you and me in a room –I feel as though we can chat all day. I do not dare myself to confront you at times –I feel it’s rather right of me to speak to you across the room only because I’m afraid that you might suspect of me having affection for you.

You know –I wish I can share with you why or how I turn out to have this sentiment for you. I always hope that we could both be close friends. But how can that be possible when we do not even talk to each other much? All we always discussed were the day’s problems –it’s like as though friends in RP are passers-by. We’ll just end up drifting apart in weeks to come –but I’ve always been praying we could still be friends. I wish we could trust each other that we’re willing to be listening ears for one another. It’s true… it’s really true… I told you once in the bus that the most painful to say is “goodbye”…

I don’t want to say that to you. Day by day, you never know that I often stare at you and when our eyes meet, I am always hoping to smile at you. I always ask you if I could walk with you to school or home after when your IG training ends.

You’re truly the nicest person I’ve ever met in my life –I don’t know if you would even drop by here to read what I’ve written for you.

The story of mine has never often ended in a happy ending… It’s easy for others to say that I should let go of this feeling –I feel stung deep inside. To hold on is already agonising… to let go is as though having sharp spears piercing through my heart. What else do I have? I tried cherishing every moment I have with you despite being some little talks like “how are you”…

I really care for you… Do you remember the poem I sent you this morning?

The world is ever moving
The crowds are always chattering
In a street I see you sobbing

While I watch you running...
...Behind you I try pacing
I try reaching

When I see you walking
I'm still standing
And I see you crying

All alone you are standing
With fear I come walking
To console you I am hoping

Please be standing...
...For I am here when you are crying...
...Hoping for comforting

When you are sick of everything...
...I want to be with you for anything


I’m sorry to have bothered you so much. I tried not talking to you… It’s really painful… painful because the picture of you is always running in my mind. If you would like to know… the poem has yet to end. Please have another look at it again.

I sent to you in Microsoft Word format. Try highlight them all –you’ll learn that there are two more verses at the bottom where its fonts are in white. Switch its colour to black or any dark colour and you’ll find something.

This is how I feel… because I know that I’m not that close to you. I love being your friend and if it’s possible I want to be your true one who listens to your cries and taste the warmth of your tears, not enjoying your laughter. I want to be here and there for you but how can I even do so when I’m deprived of the chances of being closer to you? How can I even be your friend, then? Whenever I ask to walk home with you, it’s always the same friend who takes over my place… I wonder how then we can be closer…

I’m not really trying to scare you or anything… I just wish we could truly be friends –I want to be with you whenever you’re troubled and celebrate your blissful moments. The reason why I could do nothing but standing is because I’m not close to you…

I half-hope that you would ever come across this post…

Because if you do… I want to confess that I think…

…I’m in love with you

About Me

Graduated from Diploma in New Media Republic Polytechnic As art is one of my interests, so as doing graphic design. This blog serves as a portfolio of my works. For inquiries, send an email to yami_izuddin@hotmail.com. Do not add me in MSN; strangers will not be entertained. P.S: This blog is only temporary as my website will be up not-so-soon