31st of August

What does it really means to be Merdeka actually???

Is it the sounds of children shrilly screaming out Merdeka? Is it the Teenagers whom yells out Merdeka at the end of an examination or a formattive test? Or is it us; people who are 'freed' to online for hours and hours till we become Panda-faced?

Ppl have thought that Merdeka is synonym to Freedom. Well, they're half true actually. Merdeka is roughly translated to Freedom by our society due to lack of patriotism that was never instilled in them properly. I cant say that I myself is NOT one of them because that would be an utter bulls droppings if u know what I mean...

Merdeka is Independence. Independence is to be independent, to be free from unlimitless boundaries that prevents us to achieve of what we could really achieve. We see that nowadays, people tend to be fueled with the 'Merdeka" spirit but yet they themselves are not Independent from things that are blocking them from achieving what they could be. Heck, they did'nt even know or care for what our forefathers had struggled for.

If a person could really be "Merdeka" in their spirituality and mentality then surely there would be dozens of epitomes for people to admire and transpire a movement; shall I say the perfect Mental Revolution. Surely we are a nation that are proud to have independence for more than half a century (+3), surely we can do more in many years to come.

Be that it may that we are of different backgrounds, race, religious views and politics views; we can still be a nation that could be united and work as one just as our forefathers had done before. For if they can do it, surely we can do it tenfolds...

Memory Lane

On a hot and sunny day,

I gaze on the horizon by my window pane.

A day so clear bright and gay,

As I stroll back on memory lane...

Years had pass,

Some of us are here to last,

Some of us will be forever remembered in the past,

The people I had met are of good, bad and worse,

They had helped me to change pull back and reverse,

Helping and guiding me confronting the universe,

For no man is bad evil or worse,

They just have not gotten a chance to help some of us.

Conflicts and Pain,

Decorates our Life in bold colour,

Without them Life would be plain,

Without them U and I would never get even better,

Even though they say you had fail,

U just actually found yourselves a thousand and one ways not to fail,

In Conflicts in Life, Love and Knowledge we shall prevail.

Friends,

Different colours,

And Different faces,

Different personalities,

Be it good, bad or just plain annoying

Rivals and enemies,

Different plots,

Different schemes,

Different envy and Jealousy,

Without them we are no one,

Without them,

I won’t be this entity,

A man who loves to befriend, annoy and be a bit crazy :P

As I look back at my Life,

I’ve seen that it has not been that crooked nor that straight,

I really, really appreciate

For what He has given,

And for what He has written,

A dozen friends and experience,

Good or bad or bent (senget)

Thanks for the hardships and pain,

Thanks for giving dozens of friends,

For a Family supportive and wise,

And For those blessings in disguise,

As I see it, Life actually isn’t that bad,

Thanks a lot, I appreciate that.

As Dawn turns to Dusk,

I shut my window pane,

I feel a bit lighter reminiscing those days,

As I make way out of Memory Lane...

Chapter 2

As he drove onwards to his family’s mansion he wondered; why his Father would have written him a letter before his death? He was indeed puzzled for he had disobeyed the old man and left him for the world when his family and his Father needed him the most.

Ominous weather of dark clouds and howling winds are upon him as if to tell of an unfortunate event were to take place on the very same mansion that he had left 10 years ago. Soon, heavy torrential rain began pouring, making it as if it were staging a horrific tale that was about to take place.

The mansion of Narcissus was once a gleaming castle, an emblem signifying their regal status that was once their symbolic pride. The mansion that was once their regalia, the household of such fortunate sons and daughters had now became the sign of shame of what their Firstborn had given to them 10 years ago.

Draco was not ashamed for what he had done. He simply thought that he did not want to become like his siblings. He just wanted to do what he had wanted to do since the age of 10; which was to travel the world and to make his own business that has nothing to do with blowing, killing or trafficking people out. The Narcissus was a family that deals with anything illegal they could sink their teeth into, but they’re real profession is being either a hit man or a transporter or both. Their superior marksmanship was feared by the officials, business partners and family members alike.

After what he had been learning all those years of marksmanship, trafficking and dealing businesses in the Black Market Trade, Draco felt that this wasn’t really what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. A sudden change of heart was felt when he was 17 when he met Silvia, an innocent beau that was taken from her family. Even though her family had paid the ransom his brother Ares failed to comply with the terms that he had laid out and shot the young woman anyways. This has shown him that if you stay long enough with rotten apples you become one too.

He then confessed of his feelings of not continuing with their family’s legacy of Black Market Trade and went on his way even though Ares and Poseidon prevented him from going and even her young sister, Venus was about to crippled him with a knife, his father stopped them and warned him to never speak of what his family been doing and to never set foot on the Narcissus property ever again.

“Guess I’m gonna break the promise anyways” he murmured to himself. As he drove in, he saw his mother Azalea standing at the large podium alone, her eyes transfixed on the steely grey sky that was pouring on the great Gaia where the Narcissus called home, The Basilisk Mansion.

Hello Mother. Have you been waiting long?

Story 1`

A Father was on his deathbed as his family surrounded him on his final hour. The dying man signaled for his beloved wife and asked her "where is our first born? I wish to speak of him of the future of this family". The grieving woman had mixed emotions of anger, shame and grief when trying to answer her husband's question.

At last she replied "Our firstborn has yet to come my love." "He is a busy man my first born, let it be" replied her husband. He than requested a piece of paper and a pen. So, the man wrote and wrote for several hours due to difficulties holding the pen while controlling the Pain of Death. Such pain comes to those who are invited by the Reaper on his or her deathly hour.

At last he folded the paper and wrote To You My Beloved Son and put down his pen and with that he took his last breath and fell asleep. A deep sleep that was never going to end till Eternity. As he died, his family mourned for his death all but one man. His firstborn by the name of Draco Narcissus.

Draco was not busy during the death of his father. Nor he was doing anything. He was on his lover's bed softly caressing her and staring at the ceiling. In his eyes shows no emotions, as if he was just a large meat puppet, yet his hands shows the warmth of a human's love.

As he was getting out of bed, his mobile phone beeped. A text message from Mother. "Again?" he thought. As he open the message, a puzzling face emerge from his emotionless face as he read the text message.

ur fathers dead, plz come over and take this letter from Him.

As he recalled, he wasn't that close to his Father. So why give me a letter???