It's Just The First.

Otak sudah rapuh,
Minda sudah lumpuh,
apa ku belajar ini?
ku bangun malam bangun pagi,
dek kelawar dan burung hantu,
every night I walk home, jumping off when "I hear ah choo"
the Morning sun my Moon so bright,
the Night Moon my Sun, accompanying me walking alone like everything's alright

we hustle, we push, we thrive,
call us masochistic, coz we need stress for us to strive
I know I might be tired out, flat out, burn out,
but all I know is that I'll get out of this waterspout,

Cash Rules Everything Around Me said Brother Wu,
Like y'all know he is who,
disagree with me,
get in line with all the haters who's been knocking on the shell that is empty,

BMW, Mercedes, Ferrari,
aku bawa korang datang kemari,
EX5, Proton, Myvi
mereka semua lari,
tak salah kan apa ku kata tentang money?

Motif hidup jangan diolah,
Janganlah tersentak, terkedu, gelabah,
My bark currently is harder than my bite,
I'm running out of ideas to write after this bait.

Semua orang stress, letops gedang gedababom!
Masa depan kita takleh predict yo but satu soalan kepada lu bro, dah solat ke belom?
Buat yang termampu, biar arang jadi abu,
Give an all out best, the effort is the most important than results I confess.

Amphi ku tak menang award ku tetap puas,
dalam hati ku kami telah buat yang terbest,

That testifies the journey, the effort is what we remember,
Do yourselves proud and remind yourself what you signed up on September.

Roti Canai; Sebuah Kehidupan

Roti Canai; Roti Kehidupan

Aku diuli, penuh rapi, minyak sapi,

Aku direjam, penuh kejam, oleh lembaga Hitam,

Aku dihentam, ditenyeh-tenyeh, oleh dia yang tersengih-sengih,

Dilipat ketat, penuh mampat,

Dicampak ke alam baru; hitam sunyi, haru biru

Dibalik-balik kan, hingga badanku garing kekeringan,

Sudah siap, ku ditepuk; Pap-pap!

Hidangnya aku dengan dalca atau kari (ikutlah suka hati)

Dihidangkan kepada Dia, yang telah lama menanti

Hati Muda

Ketuk Pinyu Hati tanpa kunci,
Mengacau tuan rumah dengan nyalakan simpati,
jikalau tuan tidak sudi,
jangan mengharap pintu dibukanya sampai mati,

Kalau meminati jangan membabi buta jatuh jua,
kalau diminati jangan disangka semua peminat itu buaya,
jangan perasan anda hebat,
semua akan mati, nama akan jua dipahat,

Yang tua dihormati bukan merasakan diri dikuli,
mereka sudah merasa hidup punya asam garam,
kami semua masih mentah, tak sedar diri,
kurangkan muka yang sentiasa masam

Boleh kata tidak suka,
kalau pandai takpe juga,
kalau masih bodoh sila belajar usah menggila,
walaupun salah, akan dikatakan netul jua,
jika tidak pandai menyimpul suara, melaga lidah,

Kami masih muda,
Kena belajar menyusun suara,
Pandai membuka langkah, jangan semua kita memangkah,
jangan disangka baik terus kita punggah,
siasat, siasat, siasat,
jangan sesat, nanti jadi bangsat.

3YearOneShot

I'm ill give me my pill,
I'm sick with the uncertainty, procrastinating blindly,
living with all this helter skelter
full of bullshits and lies of the happily ever after,
I'm broke so bad that my legs are blooming with infections,
Ain't crying just regretting that all I see here are deceptions,
All around here I feel everyone is so Kiasu, damn F U,
Can't you help or you're just without the skill to teach
but hell you can preach,
you look hungry, here have this peach,
This is what you call giving something you don't usually do.
Listen out, don't give me that pout,
I'm here, your here, for one moment,
One chance, One Opportunity, One moment
I help you, You help me, no commitment,
If we meet again, hats off to me and to you,
By that time lets hope we're not begging or getting
but rather giving.

Pink Typing

2013

where I become a late-teen,

pretty much everything's around me changing,

now I'm in USM studying in Quantity Surveying.

Well not exactly,

for the first semester I believe I'm gonna be studying Archi,

most definitely.

Other than that there's EnviroScience, BuiltEnviro, Constructions and Economy,

Some of the lectures are nice and mind-friendly

but some are just Z Z Z.

Now I'm having a fever with a sore neck,

drank some Nestum thinking it might give my mind a break,

Insomnia's not giving a damn about it though as it's striking back,

I wish I started working out my leg.

Tomorrows class starts at 9,

I have a face that looks like it had suffered famine

listening to Royals to invite to my slumber,

Dear Lord, give me life after sleep for I am not ready for the hereafter. 

What Do You Teach To A Man?

                Ever heard of the saying of give a man a fish he eats for a day, teach a man to fish, he’ll eat everyday. More or less. I can’t quite remember. Anyways, what happen to that man? Does he eat fish till he dies? What happens if he grew bored of fish? What happens then? So here’s the continuation of the age old prologue that we have cone to use as a saying in our daily lives.

                The Man was a traveller who came from a village of farmers. For years, the man has eaten grain, JUST grain. One day he decided to travel and met a man who lived near a bench. Hence he learned how to eat fish and fish for fish and ONLY fish. After a few months, the Man decided to pursue his travels elsewhere. Soon, he crossed a desert and endured its harsh dry mornings and bone-shivering nights. Soon, he has reached a Savannah-like plateau.

                There, neither rivers nor water source were found; only underwater source. No fish were able to fish. So how was the man to eat? Starving, the man met a Nomad. There he learned how to hunt. Equipped with a spear and the knowledge of making fire, the Man ate meat. JUST meat. Never had he known that meat tasted good. After several years with the nomad, he bid adieu to him and went on his way.

                He then reached an oasis, where he settled down and got married. There he returned his grain eating ways as hunting was a time consuming activity, fishing is impossible, the oasis is far away from the ocean. After a decade, the wife died, the children went their ways. The man, now old but fit started to travel.

                He eventually stopped at a beach where he brought along his hunting spear. Flustered and frustrated, the man thought there was no meat to hunt so why bother bringing a spear? Suddenly, the man saw an odd creature, to us a Horseshoe Crab the size of large dinner plate, not the KFC Dinner Plate. Without thinking, he speared the crab, cooked it on the fire he just ignited. Satisfied the man kept some for tomorrow and slept. The next day, the man decided to cook grain and add a few roots he found near the forest before he went to the beach. Then the man inserted the crabmeat from yesterday and ate a hearty meal. Never had he had something great. It was just fish or just meat or just grain when he was young. Now it’s all of them in one meal. Satisfied, the man went on his way, travelling, evolving his cooking and pallet until Death invited him to his final travelling destination.

Always, LEARN new things. PRACTICE those new skills but NEVER forget the OLD knowledge. MIX the OLD and the NEW and you get a plethora of fusion skills that even you or I would never knew we could acquire.  

This Is Serious

The rainy days I prefer,
The cloudless ones I deter,
Transforming my physical body matters,
I need to have a stronger shell for a stronger flesh,
Body, Mind and Soul I have to prepare,
I am tired of the tiresome woes, complaints and despair,
I lost fat, I am educating my muscles,
I work for others because decompressing ego matters.
I'll buy clothes which are smart and dapper,
First impression lasts longer and far more better,
Sensing other peoples Aura keeps my company in check,
Though there are some whom I can't throw over the deck,
I have confessed to my crushed before, Turned down by a friendly figure, Pushed away by someone who appreciate me as who I am.
These are just trinkets of Life. the sticky butter to Life's Jam.
I appreciate those times in life but I believe that is life is not sweet but actually bitter.
With every bitterness we overcome, we gain power.
I thank everyone who has passed through my life, may we once again see each other,
As I eagerly stroll to my life's next chapter~

Hazman Awakened EST 1998-2000, re-established 2009 and counting...

When I Was 15, I was more or less a shell f what I am today,

I hung out with seniors skipped History classes on Wednesdays,

I hated myself, obese and miserable,

I hated my alma mater cuz it was for me horrible.

At that time I was using the name Farhan,

a name that symbolises Happiness.

Clearly a  name that hasn't been settled inside my body for quite awhile

during my 15 year old self.

During 15, I assume that most Malaysian teenagers are searching who they are.

yes, most teenagers start early, but when everyone hits 15,

mostly will start asking who am I?

some believed it is the time to find a partner in life.

naturally,

some just want to stamp an identity in themselves.

I was one of them.

in 2009 I knew for a start that my initial name should have been Rahman.

realising that and I had a mixed Chinese-Javanese heritage,

I took the moniker Rahman Long.

clearly RL was better than Mr. Happy.

but it wasn't strong. 

somehow Rahman has a somewhat lackluster drivein my life.

realising that, I console with myself.

who should I be?

Mother knows best.

I took the name Hazman as my "new" identity.

Though I had used that name before,

Hazman has always been hibernating in his den.

Sleepy, Sarcastic, Serious

the 3 S's of the essence

Determine, Discipline

his rarely used but effective skills.

He stared at me,

Farhan, the happy go lucky facade must go.

we nodded in agreement, shook our hands.

Hazman has finally flexed his wings.

he let out a maniacal laughter

which slipped out of the physical body, raising a 5 minute polite surprise and concerns of the other Form3 Classmates.

Hazman is rebuilding every foundation that Farhan has done
and still is.

Death

Death has cometh to invite the soul, 

wearing a mask blinding it from caring for the young or old.

Death is an invitation for all who lived,

 It is terrible for the living a reminder of the grave.

We cry we vent anger we relished in turmoil, 

When Death comes down goes the body buried in soil.

To the Living, Death says the invitation is a cycle, 

Be a Pheonix in Life thy Lively ones! Rebirth n strengthen thy inner circle.

Blues On A Sunny Morning

Blues on a Sunny Morning

Today the day is so gay,

Shining bright brandishing off any thoughts of dismay,

You can see the children playing filled with Joy and Laughter,

You can see an old couple sitting together looking like they have their happily ever after,

But why oh why am I feeling pain?

Every time seeing a metal bird above my head and the thought of her leaving for Brisbane,

I cannot stop what that has already written,

I should have had had the courage to say more than just saying Congratulations,

I feel like banging my head on the wall with just the thought of letting her go,

But I already did that a long time ago…

I let her go for my future,

I let her go because I wanted to not listen to people telling me good luck in your future endeavours,

I hope what I had gambled was a good investment,

They say if its love it lasts forever, I hope it is not just another hapless statement from a sober man