tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33218396045213136772024-03-22T07:38:35.632+08:00confusions and conclusionssometimes life is hard.sometimes we fall.but stand up,look up and stay up.adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-7561829807427277152017-09-26T23:44:00.000+08:002017-09-26T23:44:29.133+08:00'PUTIH' IS NOT BEAUTIFUL<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">is an adjective which carries the definition of pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically; according to the Oxford Dictionary. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 16px;">According to Wikipedia, there are a few factors which affect our aesthetic judgement. It is controlled by a complex process which involves emotions, experiences and cognition. F</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 16px;">inally, it all comes to a conclusion that our aesthetic judgement is very subjective. A person could think that a Lamborghini is beautiful, while the next person could think of it as anything but beautiful. Thus, beauty cannot be measured clearly. There are no clear line between beautiful and ugly. It all falls to personal preferences. And when it is personal, it means private, and nobody should deny it. There is no word in the definition of beautiful which says anything about the color, the size, the shape . Just as long as it pleases the senses and the mind aesthetically, and stands for the appreciation of beauty itself, it is considered beautiful to a particular person. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;">However, our judgement could be nurtured and learned. For an example, if you listen to a song once, you may or may not fall in love with it. If you did not, try listening to it another 10 or 20 times in three days. I can guarantee you that it will get stuck in your head, and you will sing along whenever it gets played. That is how the modern media is playing with our minds. If you listen to the radio a lot, you probably noticed that the major mainstream radio stations often play the same song over and over again over the week. They somehow brainwashed us to like that song even though you hated it in the first place. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="background-color: white;">In Malaysia, there is a disgusting culture where most people judges the beauty of a girl based on the color of her skin. This is insane because it leads to depression and affects self esteem. Typical Malaysians would choose fair skin over darker skin. Why is this happening? Well, mostly because of the media. This is not the first time media had lead the society wrong. let me tell you the scenario in Malaysia's media nowadays. In these few years, the cosmetic industry has been blooming very fast. The marketing efforts of these companies were fantastic. Advertisements everywhere; in the television, the magazines, instagram, facebook. These companies even sponsored few television shows and other major events. Whatever ways they are using to promote their products, they were successful. People were talking about it nonstop. H</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;">ere and there, they are all discussing about which product is the best to use. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a;">Promoting business was never wrong to me. Hey, it's business. You got to do what you got to do, right? But the message that they have wrongly conveyed to the society is the problem. If you look carefully at those advertisements, the models are always having fair skin; kulit putih. and the most promoted item was always whitening products. It teaches the society that having darker skin is not acceptable as beautiful. It teaches the society that you have to have kulit putih to be considered as pretty. But the reality is, that single trait of color does not ultimately decides the level of beauty of a person. Yes, asthetic judgement of beauty is very subjective. But this false perspective is merely the effect of a brainwash process in order to boost the selling of the cosmetic products. Similar to the repeated song played by the radio theory just now; it is nurtured and learned. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="background-color: white;">Malaysia is not the only country with 'masyarakat majmuk'. A lot of other developed countries have multiracial environment. But they don't have this beauty/color dillemma. Why? Look at their advertisements. Look at their models. No discrimination in skin tones. They do not teach their clients that having darker skin is ugly. They all are beautiful in whatever color their skin are. They are beautiful the way they are. And the darkest of them models might be way prettier than you scums criticizing people with darker skin. Don't let me start talking about good attitude and personality. Those are way more important. And none of you all have those. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="background-color: white;">So society, please upgrade your mind and perspectives. Stop discriminating beauty based on the color of the skin. That is so kampung lah. Everybody is beautiful just the way they are. Well, except if you are ugly. If so, better stay inside. Okay, that's a joke. Laugh now. Seriously, laugh. Please laugh.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Did you noticed that sometimes things come when we didnt look for it? Yes, sometimes we get what we want, when we wanted it; by looking for it. But somehow it didnt work in the long run. Because you would not appreciate it well. Not as well as when you got something at the times you were not expecting it. you will feel blessed. You will gain positive vibes that would bring you up. For you to bring out the best of you. To prove that you worth the blessing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> You will feel loved. Like someone up there cares about you. Knows everything that you went through all these times. Things that people would not know. Secrets you've been keeping. You will feel grateful. Because after all the sins and bad deeds you've done, the Man up there still loves you. He still gives you the best candy in town eventhough you've been terrible and messed up. Cheering you up with feelings you could not imagine you could feel again, yet even better. </span></div>
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adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-12694287334719597402015-05-31T20:54:00.001+08:002016-02-04T05:27:36.192+08:00#12 VERY SHORT STORY : JUST STATING THE OBVIOUSThey build their dirty empires by killing others. They used up their resources. Then they held a campaign. A campaign to rob the others, you are included. They create a terrible gossip about you and your people. To make you look bad to the rest. They post your face on the billboard. Put a bounty on your head. Now, everybody hates you and agree to their cause. After that, they come to your house and being rude. They chase you out. They beat you up. Then they stay there. Claiming their fake title of world hero, the justice bringer, the civilized men. Oddly, the world cheers on, and on and on. As the crowd left, they kneel down. Reaching for the pockets of the corpses. Taking away all of their belongings, like pirates. They take all that they needed, and more. They are actually robing them. Masking their deeds with false propaganda. Then, they give away most of the treasures to hire a frontman. The most influential ones. To represent them. Like a mascot. The rest, they keep them for themselves. Then, together with the big brothers, they create useless tools that people dont need. They force them to buy; in the nicest way obviously. They make sure people are dependinng on them. They destroys honest traders. They shreds down greater ideas. They make people only see their products. They make themselves important to the world. Without them, the world will go hungry. Without them, the world will be in dark. Without them, cars will not move. Then, to cut their loses, they cut off the cost of the resources. And what is better to cut cost than to own the resources themselves. So they make up another fiction to pass around. Once again they intend to be the hero. They rob again.adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-73826789723056937262015-05-31T20:09:00.002+08:002015-05-31T20:09:28.531+08:00#11 VERY SHORT STORY : THE VISION OF A STORYHe wrote not because of a person he loved. He wrote not to pursue a useless pathetic title. He wrote not to climb up the fragile corrupting destructive wall of fame. He wrote not to impress. He wrote not to fill his alone time, just because he was lonely and sad. He wrote not to show how clever he was. He wrote not to condemn. He wrote not to publicize his rebellious youthful narrow mind. He wrote not out of anger. He wrote not of about his daily routines or any mild interesting moment he had in between. He wrote not to be noticed.<div>
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He wrote because he had to. He wrote because it is what he missed most. He wrote because he felt contained and sufficating inside. He wrote to share what is needed to be shared; knowledge, ideas and something good. He wrote because it amuses him. He wrote to dig deeper about himself. He wrote because it is essential for his life goal. He wrote because he had a vision. He wrote because he thinks deeper. He wrote because it is not what people saw on him. He wrote for people to know him after he died. He wrote because the heart is more important to him. He wrote to keep a record. He wrote because it reflects parts of him. He wrote so someday people might want to write about him.</div>
adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-54482062096097257322015-05-31T19:53:00.001+08:002015-05-31T19:53:51.316+08:00#10 VERY SHORT STORY : NOBODY WILL KNOWIt is over. The glitters of the sun shone into his eyes. For a few seconds there his mind was a bit hazy. But he smiled. He woke up smiling. He felt different. Like a new person. A part of him wanted to be asleep again. Stay in that dream. Because somehow, he felt that the dream he had was the cause for this particular feeling. Another part of him was very confused, trying to trace back what was the dream about. He stared out the window, as if he saw a great future coming, like a little boy saw the ice cream truck coming his way. He felt something new within himself. He felt good. But, he will never know why.adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-80728002412771791582015-05-31T07:29:00.001+08:002016-02-04T05:33:40.400+08:00#9 VERY SHORT STORY : GIVE HOPE TO THIS SHIP<div style="text-align: center;">
Like the other 9 years olds, he used to have wild imaginations, limitless ambitions, continuously surging energy. There were lists of things he always wanted to accomplish. After those were done and ticked, new lists will always be there standing by. </div>
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Now, as days went by fast. As all the cells in his body displaced and regenerated. As the youthful memories and motives fading away little by little. As the temperature of the earth increases a tenth of a celcius annually. As scientists still under a long period of research to find the cure for cancer. As everything mentioned passed or still going, he failed to find his old self. He is losing to the current. He had lost his directions. His passion. Searching. For the almost impossible. </div>
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theres a feeling of longing. Not for the whole purpose of an intimal link between two hearts. Rather that feel of floating. That feeling when the heart grows larger than the ribcage could contain. The sparks of amusement to every little things. Yet, he is not in a bad situation, at least. Some things could only grow in silence. But when did this happen. Where all of this came from. He never recognize any of this. He never aware of it. He never knew these things.</div>
adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-71214832077494045092015-05-01T22:01:00.001+08:002015-05-01T22:01:09.286+08:00[VERY SHORT STORY #7] "RAIN"<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">SONG SUGGESTION [Gold digger - filous x xavier dunn x james hursey]</span><br />
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Every fact of raining is supposed to be upsetting, individually. The noise they made. The fact that most activities is halted. Trapped in the house. Clothes would not dry. Wet floors. Cold.</div>
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But together, they created a very soothing atmosphere. The right climate to rest. Clearing your mind. Being lazy. Being together with your family. Sipping warm tea, with a few sticks of banana fritters on the side. Sitting in front of the television. Watching sitcoms and dramas in the evening. </div>
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Nobody is going out tonight. As it is raining. And we are together, as a family. Sigh no more Jamal. Smile for this gathering. Everybody is laughing. To the same jokes Dad used to tell in repeat. It will never get old. We still laugh out loud. Like it is the first time told. </div>
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His mind was in a place of memory. A nostalgic period of his teen life. The drums, guitars, bass. Everything that you could hear in a typical song. But somehow, there was this vibe. That unique sound. The combination of chords used in such a riff made it sounded a bit different than the other songs. </div>
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It brought him back to the times where music was still music. A simpler time. A developing yet traditional era. Where most of the things still make sense. </div>
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The times where people still own their souls. Where music were made because the composer felt something in his heart and mind to set him off writing. Where money could buy you more food yet more expensive to people. Where our hands were less occupied by gadgets. Where children still run through the field with friends with smiles on their faces rather than poorly interacting with an electronic rectangles.</div>
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For a second there, he really wished he had a time machine. So he could experience them all once again. He wished things would not change so fast. He wished he would not age anymore. He wished life could stay simple. The sad thing was that that was the best he could do. He could only wish. Move on. And grow up.</div>
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He sat still. He never touched his bowl. The cereals were already limped. Drowned in the milk. His body was frozen. But his mind were wild. Constantly drove. Travelling around.</div>
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He saw everything was moving passed him. His body was still, yet everything moved. Moved here and there. Like buildings move across a little boy's visual field, as his mom drove through the city. Everything moved pass his sight. Even time.</div>
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Everything was jumbled up. His past, his future. Came and passed. The things he had done. The things he will do. The things he saw. The things he will see. The people he met. The people he will come across in a month time. </div>
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Assalamualaikum.</div>
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This post is only meant to share a piece that i wrote several months ago. it was written for a contest by Mochamoka Ink for their latest publication; Superfiksyen. It is a compilation of short stories with a superhero theme. It sounds interesting right? so i took my chance. Sadly, i submitted this piece a day later than the due date. So they could not do anything. </div>
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This piece is in Bahasa Melayu and a bit emotional. So bear with me. Geli sikit lah.</div>
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“Sekarang, kau pilih!”</div>
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Kata-kata sinis itu masih terngiang-ngiang dalam benak kepalanya. Serabut dibuatnya. Serba salah tak sudah. Walau macam mana bencinya Si Hero terhadap musuhnya itu, banyak rasional dan logiknya dalam bait ulasannya. Si Jahat itu pun bukannya bodoh. Kalau tidak, masakan dia boleh hidup bebas membuat kacau tanpa dapat disentuh pihak berkuasa mana-mana negara. Dia bukan sayur-sayur punya penjahat. Seluruh dunia dia dah pusing, datang membuat onar. Berapa ramai lagi penjahat di bawah pengaruhnya. Berapa banyak lagi kerosakan dia dah buat. Berapa banyak dah jadi mangsanya. Namun, dia masih boleh berdiri bebas. Dia bukan manusia biasa. Kepintaran supernya menjadikan fizikalnya kebal.</div>
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Si Hero hanya terdiam. Bingung. Keliru. Tak mampu berfikir lagi. Tak mampu mengeluarkan kata. Tak mampu mencapai apa-apa konklusi. Semuanya kabur. Semuanya hilang. Salah dan benar bercampur-aduk. Keadilan menjadi persoalan. Siapa betul, siapa tidak. Nyata selama ini persepsinya salah. Atau dia hanya tersampuk dek kata-kata manipulasi Si Jahat. Memutar belit apa yang selama ini Si Hero percaya. Menukar fakta, bercakap fitnah.</div>
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Si Hero memejamkan matanya ketat-ketat. Menarik nafas dalam-dalam.</div>
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Bunyi ombak memukul-mukul lembut bibir pantai menenangkan fikirannya. Lembut dan tersusun. Satu demi satu, membasahkan kakinya. Ditambah bayu petang meniup sayup-sayup, menyentuh kulitnya sampai ke hati. Terasa lega seketika. Jauh dari masalah dunia. Jauh dari suara-suara sengau dan sumbang yang menjelikkan. Ya, tenang. Tempat dia berfikir. Tempat dia menyenangkan hati, selepas melihat bermacam perangai manusia yang kotor.</div>
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Tempat dia mengenang nasib. Nasib mendapat kelebihan yang dikurnia. Kenapa dia? Kenapa dia yang harus memikul semua beban itu. Dari luaran, orang fikir dia paling beruntung. Dengan kemampuan fizikalnya yang super, dia dianggap manusia paling kuat di muka bumi. Dia disanjung sebagai adiwira, bertanggungjawab menjaga keamanan sejagat. Dia dianggap idola masyarakat. Benar, memang senang hati jika sentiasa dipercayai dan diangkat tinggi. Tapi di dalam hatinya, Tuhan saja yang tahu. Terdapat suatu sudut di lubuk hatinya yang sentiasa risau dan resah memikirkan tanggungjawab berat dan bergunung harapan yang masyarakat telah letakkan pada bahunya. Terkadang dia terfikir; kurniaan dan sumpahan sudah tidak jauh beza. Apa yang dia lalui hanya dia yang rasa, penat yang tak sudah. Orang hanya melihat apa yang mereka mahu lihat. Fakta yang tidak sejajar mereka tolak. Walaupun ia fakta, yang benar belaka. ‘Disconfirming evidence’ kata orang bijak pandai. Hanya mahu jalan cerita sedap. Membuat andaian sendiri berdasarkan pengetahuan yang cetek. Membuat keputusan berdasarkan ‘confirmation bias’ masing-masing. Mendiskriminasi fakta.</div>
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Sekali-sekali dia teringatkan cerita Si Jahat. Mengenangkan sikap manusia, mungkin ada benarnya kisah Si Jahat. Bertempat juga kemarahannya itu.</div>
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Gelap. Tak sebarang cahaya matahari pun melintas. Semua lubang bangunan tertutup. Tidak bertingkap, tidak berongga. Hanya cahaya mentol-mentol 15 watt yang menerangi laluan sempit itu. Laluan yang satu, panjang dan tidak bercabang. Hanya dikelilingi pintu-pintu besi yang mengurung penghuni di sebaliknya. Udaranya panas dan lembap. Terasa berat dada menyirup masuk setiap nafas. Melihatkan keadaan itu, Si Hero mula serabut dan gementar.</div>
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Dia hanya meneruskan langkah ke hadapan. Sekali-sekala dia menoleh ke kiri dan ke kanan. Cuba mengintai ke dalam bilik-bilik kurungan itu. Bau hancing dan hamis membuatkannya bertambah tidak selesa. Suasana yang senyap sunyi, hanya berteman raungan penghuni-penghuni gila yang telah lama dikurung di situ. Akhirnya Si Hero tiba di bilik kurungan yang dicari. Pegawai penjara yang mengiringinya terlebih dahulu mendekati pintu bilik kurungan 214 untuk membuka kuncinya. Dia menekan-nekan beberapa kombinasi nombor di atas papan kekunci, kemudian meletakkan jarinya di atas skrin.</div>
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Setelah pintu terbuka, memang tidak salah lagi. Memang inilah biliknya. Wajah Si Jahat terpacul di sebalik pintu besi berkarat. Dia duduk di atas kerusi besi yang usang di sebalik sebuah meja kecil. Jasadnya betul-betul menghadap ke arah pintu. Dia mengangkat wajahnya, lalu tersenyum melihat Si Hero. Dari raut wajahnya, seakan-akan dia sudah menjangkakan kehadiran Si Hero. Seolah-olah dia menantikan Si Hero membawa berita gembira bagi pihaknya. “Ah, sampai pun kau. Selamat datang, Si Hero!”.</div>
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Si Hero mengetapkan giginya rapat. Hatinya goyang sedikit. Terkejut mendengar kata-kata bersahaja Si Jahat. Terkejut memandang matanya. Mata orang yang sudah kering hatinya. Kosong. Dingin. Tiada perasaan. Tiada apa lagi yang berharga baginya. Tak ada apa yang dapat menggoncangnya. Namun, Si Hero mengawal reaksinya, menahan emosinya, memasang muka ketat-ketat. Dia teguhkan kakinya, mara ke dalam bilik kurungan itu. Dia harus menjaga tingkah lakunya. Menutup segala ruang kelemahan apabila berhadapan dengan Si Jahat. Mesti tegas, jangan gentar. Si Jahat ni bijak membaca dan mengatur strategi. Segala gerak-gerinya diperhatikan dan dianalisis senyap-senyap. Tangan dan kaki yang digari belum tentu menjamin apa-apa kemenangan. Si Hero menghampiri Si Jahat. Sekarang, hanya meja kecil buruk itu sahaja yang menjadi penghalang di antara mereka.</div>
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“Kenapa ketat sangat muka kau ni? Cuba relaks sedikit. Janganlah stress sangat”.</div>
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Si Jahat terus menerus mencucuk, menguji kesabaran Si Hero dengan soalan retorik, sambil tersenyum selebarnya. Sinis. Satirik. Sarkastik. Matanya besar terbeliak. Lampu yang samar-samar dari luar bilik membuatkan riak wajahnya bertambah menakutkan. Ternampak bawah matanya yang lebam dan berkedut. Rambutnya yang kembang tak terurus. Pipinya yang cengkung. Dagu dan hidungnya panjang. Psikotik dan tidak terurus.</div>
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Perasaan takut bertukar menjadi marah mendengarkan kata-kata Si Jahat. Ternyata strategi provokasinya berjaya. Darah Si Hero mula naik. Nafasnya semakin kuat. Turun naik dadanya laju. Semakin rapat giginya terketap. Genggaman penumbuknya semakin ketat dan erat. Namun, masih ada dinding rapuh yang menahan kemarahannya daripada membuak. Sedikit lagi. Hanya sedikit saja lagi yang diperlukan. Bila-bila pun boleh meletus.</div>
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“Woi! Apa yang kau merepek ni, bangsat?” Si Hero menghentak meja kecil di hadapannya dengan penumbuknya yang besar. Runtuh. Habis patah semua kaki meja. Si Hero tak dapat lagi menahan kesabarannya. Dilepaskan kemarahannya pada meja besi itu. Memberi amaran keras dengan tenaga supernya. Tak sempat Si Jahat menghabiskan ayatnya.</div>
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“Tak bersalah? Mana kau tahu? Kau kenal setiap orang di luar sana? Kau tahu apa yang mereka buat? Setiap masa? Kau pantau mereka satu per satu ke mana saja?” bertubi-tubi soalan terpacul. Senyuman sinis pudar dari mukanya. Riak wajahnya jelas menunjukkan kebencian, kemarahan dan dendam. Tumpuannya hanya ke lantai. Dekat, tapi jauh. Jauh ke masa lampaunya. Suatu masa yang amat gelap baginya. Suatu masa yang dia cukup benci. Suatu masa yang dahulu.</div>
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Si Hero terdiam lagi. Bingung. Seperti ada sesuatu yang tidak dia kenal berkenaan musuhnya. Suatu sejarah hitam yang seakan penting dalam hidupnya. Pasti ada kaitan rapat dengan apa saja yang telah dirancang; sesuatu yang amat penting. Si Hero tak dapat menjawab pertanyaan Si Jahat. Apa yang cuba disampaikan sebenarnya?</div>
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“Kau belum kenal orang-orang yang kau sering lindung itu. Kau belum tahu apa yang mereka pernah buat. Mereka itulah penyangak sebenar. Makhluk-makhluk picisan yang merosakkan muka bumi. Mereka itu yang kau beriya-iya hendak selamatkan?” jelas Si Jahat.</div>
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Si Jahat tergelak kecil lalu menjawab “Ya. Aku cukup kenal mereka. Makhluk perosak. Bila malam menjelma, kau akan nampak sifat jijik sebenar mereka. Bila hari beransur gelap, hati mereka turut menjadi hitam. Maksiat, korupsi, judi, parti liar, dadah giat beroperasi seperti pasar malam. Bagaikan haiwan; kotor, buas dan tamak. Sentiasa dahagakan kemewahan. Tanpa mengira betul atau salah. Terus berlari, mengejar angan-angan menjadi raja. Mengejar pengaruh dan kekayaan. Hilang segala pertimbangan, keadilan, dan kemanusiaan. Yang kuat memakan yang lemah. Yang di atas memijak yang di bawah. Besar kepala, gila kuasa. Yang tidak mengikut kehendaknya dikatakan salah. Yang berbeza dengan pandangan mereka, dikatakan pemberontak. Yang melebihi mereka dikeratkan kakinya supaya lebih rendah. Dunia tak sepatutnya begitu. Dunia ini dicipta suci. Dunia ini luas. Hak untuk semua. Bukan kau, bukan aku, bukan mereka. Tetapi semua. Namun, mereka telah mencemarkannya. Mereka menjadikannya medan bagi mereka mengumpul kekayaan merampas kebebasan. Meminggirkan orang-orang macam aku.”</div>
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“Ya. Orang-orang macam aku. Mangsa kekejaman hierarki dan sistem sosial yang terencat dan berpenyakit itu. Sistem yang dicipta oleh manusia-manusia berpenyakit seperti mereka. Aku dahulu berbeza. Aku ikut peraturan. Aku tidak mengganggu sesiapa. Aku hanya dengan diriku. Walaupun aku berbeza daripada mereka, walaupun aku mempunyai kelebihan berbanding mereka, aku tak pernah kacau orang. Tetapi perasaan hasad mereka sudah terlalu busuk sehingga aku dihukum tanpa sebab.”</div>
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Si Jahat menyambung, “Penjahat yang kau lihat sekarang adalah salah satu produk sistem korup itu. Sistem yang diagung-agungkan itu dahulu telah membuang aku. Menolak kewujudan aku jauh dari masyarakat. Kenapa? Kerana aku sedikit berbeza daripada mereka. Mereka takut dengan kelebihan aku. Mereka tahu aku yang sebenarnya lebih kuat daripada mereka. Mereka jatuhkan aku, dan terus jatuh. Setelah aku jatuh, mereka pastikan aku tidak mampu bangun lagi. Mereka lumpuhkan aku. Tak siapa pun yang menolongku. Semua pengecut. Sistem moden yang kononnya adil. Puih!”.</div>
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“Sejak itu aku sudah tidak percaya lagi pada manusia. Luruh segala harapan yang bergantung pada dahan kemanusiaan. Tidak pernah aku rasakan perasaan benci yang begitu mendalam. Keadilan harus ditegakkan. Mereka akan menerima balasannya kelak. Aku biarkan mereka alpa. Bermain-main dengan permainan dunia yang sangat mereka cintai. Sementara aku membina diriku semula dengan caraku. Mencipta personaliti baru buat diriku. Menyiapkan diriku dan rancanganku. Semuanya, untuk hari ini. Aku tawarkan apa yang mereka mahu. Aku sediakan apa yang mereka idamkan. Manusia ni bila nampak duit, mereka mabuk. Aku biarkan mereka rasa seperti dunia ini mereka sudah pegang. Sedangkan tangan aku yang mengawal mereka. Perlahan-lahan aku kayuh. Sabar dan terancang. Tak lama lagi, mereka akan terima balasan ketamakan mereka. Ketamakan yang memakan diri mereka sendiri.”</div>
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“Balasan? Balasan apa? Apa yang kau dah rancangkan? Kau tidak sedar lagi? Kau sudah di dalam kurungan maksimum. Apa yang mampu kau buat dari dalam bilik sempit ini? Rancangan kau sudah gagal, Si Jahat. Sekarang kau beritahu apa yang aku mahu tahu. Di mana kau sembunyikan Ketua Bandar? Kau yang menculiknya, bukan?” tanya Si Hero, tegas. Risau dan terdesak. Dia sudah merasakan sesuatu yang amat buruk akan berlaku. Naluri adiwiranya mengesan sesuatu yang amat besar. Lebih besar daripada mereka berdua. Lebih penting daripada kes kehilangan Ketua Bandar. Seumpama seluruh bandar terlibat sama. </div>
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“Rancang? Kau ni lembablah. Kita sudah terlalu jauh dari fasa merancang. Segalanya telah pun siap dilaksanakan. Sedang kita berdua berbual kosong di sini, segalanya telah pun bermula di luar sana.” Jelas Si Jahat.</div>
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Si Jahat menyambung dengan angkuhnya, “Ya, memang aku yang sembunyikan si gemuk tak guna tu. Aku sorok dia di tempat yang gelap dan kotor. Sesuai dengan sifat semulajadinya. Jangan bimbang, aku tak apa-apakan dia, walaupun memang teringin sangat aku melihat dia tersiksa.”</div>
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“Jadi sekarang, kau pilih. Kau mahu selamatkan ketua korup yang sangat kau sayang itu? Ya, dia akan berterima kasih kepada kau dan memberi anugerah kepada kau. Kau akan disanjung semakin tinggi sebagai seorang hero Bandar. Kemudian, dia dan konconya akan menyambung semula kerja terkutuknya. Kau akan dilupakan. Segalanya kembali kotor. Kitaran jelik itu akan terus berputar dan mungkin semakin liar. Atau, kau mahukan perubahan, seperti aku juga. Melihat dunia yang lebih aman dan sempurna. Tiada lagi kepincangan. Tiada lagi kekotoran. Tiada lagi korupsi. Tiada lagi penindasan. Tiada lagi mereka. Dunia yang serba baru. Dunia yang adil. Bukankah kau penegak keadilan?”</div>
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"I remember. Always. But i have never saw it for quite a long time, you know."</div>
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"It was always there. I know that. But i never looked up again to find them. But i know it was there."</div>
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"No matter how much i wanted to see them. No matter how much i missed that star. I somehow never looked up."</div>
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"But it was always there. Watching me. Longing to be seen. Always there. Waiting."</div>
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"Wish you were here, dad. You'll be smiling too. I miss you"</div>
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He closed his eyes firm. Travelling back to his home. Traveling back to his routine. Travelling back to the past. Where he lived as a common man. A farmer who crops for his family. His loving precious family. His priority in life. His dearest in his heart. </div>
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His mind travelled back far. To the tiniest finest details. He remembered the warm sun bestoyed from the wide sky. The white fluffy clouds always lingered near. Like splashes of colors on a canvas. Offering shelters to those who needed.</div>
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He sensed very clearly the smell of dried woods in the forest. The smell of the wet grass in the morning. The smell of the rain. Pouring down in the evening, showering the whole land. Watering the earth. He could hear the sound that the drops were making. The calmest sound there was.</div>
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He will come home. To his family. To his humble yet rich life. His simple life. His real source of happiness. His only life.For he will win this battle.</div>
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So with great might and will, he screamed the war cry to his lung. He ran forward towards his enemy. Vicious. Fierce. Fearful. Motivated. He ran fast. He swung his sword as he approached his target. His arm, strong. His legs, firm to the ground. His eyes, focus. His mind, opened. His heart, free. </div>
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[ricky eats acid - inside my house, some place i keep dreaming about]. </div>
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The night falls darker as they fell even deeper.deeper than the black night sky. The sky that holds glimmering tiny stars, up up above.shining on their distant lights upon them.blessing the love that built by them both. Though without a single spark of light, the moon always smiled and shove his bright reflection all over the surface of the ocean, unveiling everything else. </div>
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As the night breeze blew gently their skin,her hair floats,dncing with the wind. They seemed so light and soft, like theyre in water. Slowly falls again,following the ever synchronized wave.</div>
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He just couldnt take his eyes off of her. To see her smile was always precious. Letting him know that he had succeed making her happy.a trophy worth dying for.</div>
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For that moment,that brief second,he knew something was meant to be. If it wouldnt last forever, he wont regret even for a bit. His heart will always remember this,forever.</div>
adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-16648885056569731602015-04-23T15:30:00.000+08:002015-04-23T15:30:36.349+08:00[EXPERIMENT: VERY SHORT STORIES] DYSPHASIAIt has been quite a while since my last post (lets try 2 years 2 months and 20 days). Recently i have been experimenting with writings. No need to go through the procedure. Just say that it bloomed a bit of improvements in setting the mood and giving out ideas. One of the things that was included in this experiment is the contribution of songs while i was writing. You know 8tracks? It is an app which works a lot like Spotify. You choose what kind of sound you wanted, and a number of playlists will appear related to the keywords you have entered. For this matter i pronouncely prefers instrumentals and the kind of songs which play with your mood. The kind that you can feel and relate to. And, it worked. It gave me the mood and ideas. It helped me to develop a sense of higher imagination. I could see more details of a scenario. However, i could only write for a short period and elaborate on a limited amount of scenarios. So, i wrote just a few particular scenes nd scenarios. And wrote only on those short scenes. But putting in details in so much deeper aspect. I really think that it helped. Because i wish to write. Im not saying that im good in it. But i love it. And experimenting with it gave me a lot of inspirations to write again. For two night, i managed to write like 5 scenes (they were all individuals. Not related at all). And i am going to post it here, one by one. And do mind that i did this spontaneously, so no edit; means it may contain a lot of errors.<br />
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His heart jumped. Kicking his chest out from inside. Kickig hard that even he could hear them. By seconds, his chest felt full. Everything was pressing on each other. Pushing. Trying to escape. Keeping him breathlessness. He could swear he was unable to breath at all. Felt like being pushed down. Crushed by a huge boulder.</div>
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i didnt expect to write anything because exam is near and i dont even know if i have the time to write anything. but suddenly i recalled a song. a great song. one of the songs that i am most amazed of with its lyrics. STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN. everyone must know this song. its a masterpiece. there are a lot of masterpieces. but what attract me more on this song is the lyrics itself. this song has a mighty heavy lyrics. both the metaphores and vocabularies. it contains a deep meaning. and it could be interpreted in many ways. some said its a satanic song. some said its about drugs. well, from my understanding - which you could not totally rely on- the song is very spiritual. its about doubts in finding the truth and peace. and the desire to find the meaning of religion and belief. it is about keeping your faith in this confusing world. what i can say is; this song has a strong and beautiful lyrics. we dont know what was playing in Robert Plant's head when he wrote this song (Robert Plant yang tulis rasanya). we may have the wrong idea from the true meaning of this song. </div>
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There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold<br />
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.<br />
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed<br />
With a word she can get what she came for.<br />
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.<br />
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There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure<br />
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.<br />
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,<br />
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.<br />
Ooh, it makes me wonder,<br />
Ooh, it makes me wonder.<br />
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There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,<br />
And my spirit is crying for leaving.<br />
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,<br />
And the voices of those who stand looking.<br />
Ooh, it makes me wonder,<br />
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.<br />
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And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune<br />
Then the piper will lead us to reason.<br />
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long<br />
And the forests will echo with laughter.<br />
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If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,<br />
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.<br />
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run<br />
There's still time to change the road you're on.<br />
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Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,<br />
The piper's calling you to join him,<br />
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know<br />
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.<br />
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And as we wind on down the road<br />
Our shadows taller than our soul.<br />
There walks a lady we all know<br />
Who shines white light and wants to show<br />
How everything still turns to gold.<br />
And if you listen very hard<br />
The tune will come to you at last.<br />
When all is one and one is all<br />
To be a rock and not to roll.<br />
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i've been thinking. and this thought came to me while i was in the toilet. well, most of my thinkings came during i was in the toilet actually. i think it is because i was always alone in the toilet. well, of course i was alone. geli pula aku nak ajak orang teman berak kan. and while i was alone, i tend to start thinking about things. revising and analysing common situations and problems that happened. why things happened? and why only some groups of people tend to confront such things. you guys should try this. being alone where you can think freely. </div>
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the thing that i wanted to share today is a religious one. "oh my God! i better close this window. its gonna be a long post.". this is a normal reflex most of us have when we encounter something religious. but if not, then good for you. </div>
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almost every each time we pray and make doa to Allah, we asked Him to give us guidance. to give us hidayah. to keep us away from sins and maksiat. did we really truly want that? i mean did we really want that hidayah? to stray away from maksiat? did we really mean that? or just some texts that we learned?</div>
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i didnt say that its wrong to ask for hidayah. its a great doa indeed. but the problem is; when Allah gives you hidayah, you reject it. the very specific thing that you asked from Him. when He provides you the righteous path. you went along to another junction. you stray yourself away from it. when there is a ceramah going on, and your friend invites you to come along, and clearly you are free that moment, what did you do? you creatively make something up. an excuse to flee away. to avoid it. bersungguh-sungguh. "ada kerja lah.". balik bilik buka facebook.</div>
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the point is; you should not keep your distance away from good things. when religious and delightful events happen near you, its one of many God's ways to show you the righteous path. and when that happens, grab it. you cant claim "ermm..belum dapat hidayah lagi.". God did show you the way. but its just you that refuse...no,not refuse. instead you rejected that hidayah. the hidayah that you prayed for every day. hidayah does not always come in a miraculous way. it could come in the simplest way. in your routine. you just need to look more carefully. start appreciating what you have and what you get. </div>
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kali ini aku nak tulis dalam Bahasa Melayu pula. aku cuba untuk tidak merosakkan ejaan dan tatabahasa Melayu. aku cuba ya. jangan geli pula. bahasa kita bukan bahasa yang kuno pun. kenalah berbangga sikit. bahasa yang cukup indah bagi aku. lagi mudah berbanding bahasa Kannada. tapi apa yang aku bakal tulis ini mungkin tidak indah bagi sesetengah pihak. mungkin selepas selesai tulis artikel ini aku akan dikutuk dan dicaci. tapi aku peduli apa. aku hanya nak menyatakan apa yang aku nampak sebagai orang tengah.</div>
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daripada apa yang aku tahu, dengar dan lihat dalam beberapa hari ini, aku dapati ada beberapa kejadian yang tidak menyenangkan berlaku dalam komuniti kecil kampus. komuniti kecil saja. tak sampai seratus orang pun. tapi dah menggambarkan apa yang berpotensi berlaku dalam suatu komuniti besar. wajar kalau aku katakan komuniti ini adalah 'miniature' untuk rakyat dan kerajaan Malaysia.</div>
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kita sering mengondem (kondem) apa yang berlaku dalam sistem kerajaan, sistem pendidikan, sistem pengurusan, dan pelbagai lagi sistem yang wujud di Malaysia dalam apa jua organisasi dan pertubuhan. kita menyatakan banyak pendapat dan komen tentang korupsi, ketidakadilan, perjuangan, mementingkan diri sendiri, khianat, perpaduan serta macam-macam lagi. dan kita mengatakan sedimikian semasa kita berada di luar gelanggang permainan.</div>
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daripada apa yang aku nampak, kita semakin hampir dengan apa yang kita marahkan. segala sifat yang kita komen dan keji semakin melekat pada karakteristik kita apabila kita pula berada dalam gelanggang permainan itu. kita sendiri yang melaksanakan korupsi itu. kita yang menjadi orang yang mementingkan diri masing-masing itu. kita juga yang menjadi kelam kabut apabila terkena batang hidung sendiri, lantas terjun menyelamatkan diri tanpa teringat sedikit pun apa yang kawan-kawan kita pernah lalui tapi kita diam sahaja ketika itu. dalam keadaan yang tidak menyenangkan kedudukan kita, kita mula gelabah mencari jalan keluar. tanpa teringat satu pun kata-kata motivasi yang kita hafal dahulu. "carilah ilmu sehingga ke negeri china". "segala yang terjadi ada hikmahnya". "no pain, no gain". "agi idup agi ngelaban". semua itu hilang dari memori.</div>
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sikap menuding jari mula menonjol bila kita berada dalam kesusahan. "susahlah macam tu". "ini tidak adil!". tapi apabila kita dapat apa yang kita mahu, kita hanya berdiam diri. "semua okay". "aku ikut saja". "bolehlah kot macam tu". asalkan mudah untuk kita. dan sikap mengambil kesempatan yang begitu hampir dengan fenomena korupsi turut timbul apabila kita mendapat peluang dan ingin menyelamatkan diri. umpama kes-kes skandal geran tanah dan projek juta-juta yang sering berlaku di Malaysia. orang dalam dapat dahulu. ada kabel mudah sikit kerja. </div>
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maka hilanglah moral masing-masing. maka hilanglah prinsip ilmu dan motivasi masing-masing yang dipegang dan dihafal setiap baris. maka hilanglah semangat setia kawan yang terbina. maka hilanglah perpaduan dan ukhwah yang dipelajari hasil perbincangan usrah. maka hilanglah kepercayaan aku terhadap generasi dewasa masa depan yang lebih baik. jadi aku pun langsung mengikut saja ke mana arus membawa. eceh! elok belajar saja. masing-masing duduk dalam reban baca buku. habis cerita. apa nak jadi pun jadilah. nah,dengar lagu ni. lirik cari sendiri.<br />
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it has been half a year now since my last post.and i know that most of my "recent" posts were not like the earlier posts.i somehow had lost the touch and interest in writing on this blog.and i dont know why. and believe me, i felt like missing something. and this is just an attempt to fill that missing part as i am not knowing yet that actual missing part of me.</div>
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but recently i figured something out. i noticed that i stopped thinking. thinking about important things; things that most people ignore. but to me these things are important for life. the essence of sharing tiny things are important. because these tiny reminders that people put aside are the wake up call for us. to make us remember what life is all about. to put us out of "reality" and appreciate the real reality of life. the things that we are supposed to do in life rather than the things that we had to do. that is to live.</div>
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and this triggered me to share what i think is important or could be useful for others. but you may question "cakap aja pandai,buatnya tidak". well, you can keep that for yourself because i believe in the power of sharing. if i do not do what i say it doesnt mean that im not trying to. i have tried. i may have succeed, and i may have failed. you would not know it. let me tell you what i believe. by sharing i could trigger few people to start thinking again. and with any luck, that few people may succeed. if i couldnt have it done, others might.</div>
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the reason that i stopped thinking - at least what i realised - was because i didnt catcht up with issues. well, from what i see issues (or conflicts) and perceptions (or cognition) work together. and they work just like chicken and egg. either one could come first and followed by the other. a conflict arise and ignites a man to try and solve the issue.or at least to give out comments - just like what im doing right now. thus, the thinking process starts and embeds ideas which probably could permanently be hold by that man's mind. on the other hand, an idea could arise first. and when that man voice out that particular idea, a conflict could arise within the society or rather himself; be it positive or negative.</div>
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about an hour ago, me and a few friends of mine watch a video. well, of course its about the recent issue on Miss Bavani and the annoying repeating "listen,listen,listen" tagline. one thing yang aku sangat tak setuju. since sekolah, adults taught us to voice out. to ask question when you dont understand. to not be afraid volunteering. to have self confidence. but when a girl came up among the thousands of malay students to the mic, she was asked to shut the hell up. well,maybe she brought along his attitude. but to say mean things to her?? that moment should have brought her self-esteem crashing to the ground. that is not a wise way to answer a question. here, a poem from indonesia. sangat menarik!! hayati.. a friend of mine recommended this to me.</div>
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then Fazmy said "masalah kat Malaysia takkan selesai.". and i agreed. in Malaysia, when a certain issue came up it will be discussed everywhere. by every group. and the issue will grow. there will be sequels. there will be updates here and there. there will be harsh replies from every group. every newspaper wil put it up as their headline. everyone wants to voice out. everyone is the smartest guy. after a month,silent. the issue will be forgotten. by everyone. without solution and ending. and guess what? you read your newspaper, turn on the news, log in to your twitter. a new issue will be on. and you would be drowned with the new discussions. and the cycle goes on.</div>
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i dont know whos at fault. but the media and the people itself play important roles in this problem. the media feeds the people with the issues. "here,this is the new hots.you have got to tag along. you dont want to be left out dont you? cmon..that issue is so basi one.this is the new thing going on.yang lepas biar lepas lah.let gone be by gone.barang yang lepas jangan dikenang." and people buy it. one of many habits of most people in Malaysia is; they always follow the mainstream. follow what the crowd got on. they dont like to stand alone. they like to follow others. they like what their friends like. they do what people nowadays do. "barulah swag. barulah hip."</div>
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for instance, a new song from Najwa Latiff is airing on the radio. media ni pandai. dia tahu rakyat Malaysia suka barang baru,suka gosip hangat dia pun ulang benda baru tu banyak kali. setiap hari untuk sebulan radio main lagu baru. satu hari sampai selang setengah jam main lagu sama. macam dah tak boleh pasang lagu lain dah. newspaper pun hari-hari pampangkan berita sama. hal sama. news on TV pon hari-hari siarkan kes sama. they wanted the people to know this is the new thing you have to learn. the new events all around the world. the new song you have to put on your playlist. when people is being brainwashed with the same old shit they will live in that same old shit. and does not hear anything other than that same old shit. maybe its our brain capacity whos at fault. too small to store and play the old and the new at the same time.</div>
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been working on a project called Voyage. an organisation formed to promote the hobby of travelling and to promote our campus itself, USM-KLE. im in charge of its blog. so i have a role to update it with news, infos and reports on trips. so if you have time, do visit us there. drop some comments too if you like. thanks :)<br />
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Waking up early in the morning
was always a part of his routine. He would wake up as soon as the neighbour’s
rooster starts to crow. He would slowly sit up with his eyes still close and
move to the edge of his soft, tempting bed. Sitting there was always the
longest part of getting up and ready. He would walk drowsily towards the
bathroom with his red old towel around his waist, and his eyes still close. On
his way, with his long hand, he would reach the power switch of his old dusty
radio and simply flick it to ‘ON’ position. He closes the bathroom door and let
the loud music from the radio accompany his business in there. And there’s no
need to explain here what was his business in there though it is kind of
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After performing Subuh prayer, he
would get out from his bedroom towards the kitchen to get his breakfast his
mother had prepared. Tuah. That is what his mother called him. Nasir Tuah. She
claimed that he brought prosperities and lucks to her life ever since he was
born. Nasir loves his mother so much. She was old. And lonely. His father died
long ago. And the neighbours were not as her age for her to mingle with. He
felt sorry for his poor mother. That’s why he always tried his best to respect,
protect and provide for her. He never had any kind of courage to talk back to
her. He would follow everything that she taught and asked to do. Deep inside
his heart, he always knew, behind that weak happy face of hers, there are
disappointments that he brought to his mother with his awful achievements in
school. He always tried his best to win her heart and make her proud of him
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Nasir could not be more grateful
with his life and routine. After all working as a cashier at Tower Record was
not that bad at all. Just be on time, sit behind the cash register all day long
and say “thank you” to each paying customer with a smile on his face. Simple.
Except if there is a robbery, he would be the one with the highest risk to get
killed or harmed. He would be the first target. He would be the one to blame if
there are shorts of cash in the cash register. And he would always be the one
whom get yelled at by angry customers. Risky eh? But what to do? That’s the
only kind of job he can find with his SPM certificate, which is not very
amusing. For him, the payment he got was absolutely reasonable with his job.
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And what made him love his job
even more was because of a girl. It had been a months now. And within the first
whole beautiful month he was so enthusiast about his work. Never before he felt
so happy and excited to get to his work place. Since he met her, he came to
work earlier than before and left later than ever. He would spend most of his
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He still remembered the first
time he met her. She came with a very determine face. Like she was confident
and really knew what she was looking for. Most of the customers here came
without knowing what to search for. Browse here and there. And simply left
without buying anything after spent an hour listening to the samples provided
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At first, he did not notice her
at all. He assumed her to be one of those typical customers. The strange thing
is, she came almost every day for the whole week. But his expectations changed
when one day, she came straight to the cash register asking about a CD. He
wasn’t paying any attention. Mesmerized by her natural beauty. Her big brown
pair of eyes. So bright and calm that he can even see his reflection in there. Her
ikal mayang long and dense hair hanging down reaching her shoulders. She let
them down freely with the smell of kasturi lingering in the air. Travelling
right into his nostrils. She had a kampung Malay girl face. Very sweet. He
never had seen a girl this pretty from that close distance before. He thought
girls like that can only be seen on TV. So this is the girl whom Shah was
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“oh, so you’re into jazz? I don’t
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she turned around and walked
straight out from the store. “hey,did I just saw…”, Nasir monologue with a
questioned face. “naaahh, it couldn’t be.”, he calmed himself telling that he
must have had seen things. To his idea, the girl was kind of smiling when she
turned around to exit. But how was that even possible. </div>
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The very next day, he saw that
girl again. She came, again. After browsing the collections in the store, she came
to the counter. </div>
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“I’ve told you. Next week. Not
today. It’s not here yet.”</div>
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“yeah. I know. I’m here to buy
these. For my niece.”. smiling, she put 2 DVDs of Pocoyo on the counter.</div>
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“oh,okay. In that case”, he
scanned the barcode of the DVDs and thinking what he should ask her. He wanted
to talk with her longer. He had to continue this conversation. He just had to.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“so, I heard that the CD is
coming earlier. They said tomorrow.”</div>
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“really?!” she was so excited.
Almost screaming. And he was glad that the right words came out. He was smiling
to see her cute smile. </div>
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“you’re going to fetch one for
me, right?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“I can’t promise you that. I’ll
try my best. how about this. You give me your number. And I’ll let you know if
it’s here. Okay?”</div>
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“okay!”, she answered spontaneously.
Without hesitation, she gave him his ten mobile digits. She was so crazy about
getting her Mocca CD. She waited long for that album to be released in
Malaysia. And now it’s coming, she can’t wait no more.</div>
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“thanks.” said Nasir. Satisfied
and smiling. He made sure that nobody saw that, especially Shah. Why would he
want to give it to Shah. He was doing all the work. He was the one who supposed
to have the chance to tackle her. He had all his right to do so. He was the
gentleman to ask it himself. So he should keep it to himself.</div>
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As soon as he was done with his
day dreaming, Nasir realized that he did not know her name. “hey,wait!”. And
she had left the store. Too late for him. But he was very confident he’ll meet
her again tomorrow. Of course she would come. To collect her CD. And what the
hell was Nasir supposed to do about the CD? There were never was Mocca CDs
coming tomorrow. Or even in a month time. Never.</div>
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That night he googled for the
band’s new CD. Browsing if there were any store had it. He searched here and
there. From sites to sites. All the stores available in Malaysia.
Unfortunately, he found that none will be having it, not until next two months.
He checked out the band’s official website. It wrote there that the album had
been released in Indonesia, where the band was located. Lucky for him, he had a
friend studying there. His name was Jeffri Badrul. He called him Bad but
sometimes J-Bad. He immediately logged in to his Facebook account and typed a
direct message to Bad to ask him a favor of buying the CD and post it to him.
He waited. And waited. For a reply from Bad. Hoping that Bad was not in bed
yet. his heart was thumping. Sweat started to flow. He was swallowing his
saliva. Gulping. Sweating. Hyperventilating. All at the same time. Waiting for
a reply from his friend was like waiting for the results of pilihanraya umum. A
reply that could be his last resort.</div>
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Pling!!</div>
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He replied. “of course.for my
buddy,anything maa..tomorrow I go buy and post right away”</div>
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Nasir was so relieved. He thanked
his friend and continued chatting till 2AM.</div>
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Three days passed. The CD came to
his door. He was so excited that he called the girl right away to inform her to
come to the store that day. He was melted to hear her voice for the first time
on phone that he panicked and forgot to ask her name again. All the way to
work, he was smiling. Imagining how the girl would smile and all excited when
he brings the CD to her. She would probably jump and hug him. Sweet mellow
songs were playing in his mind. He smiled to every single person he met. And
they thought he was crazy. He was not walking that day. In fact, he felt like
floating and was galloping all the way. </div>
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After lunch, the girl came. His
heart was thumping again. Slow and fast at the same time. It was like exploding
that he thought he would die that day. He didn’t want to die. Not until he’s
married. So he took control of himself. Wiped his sweat with his handkerchief
that his dear mother taught him to bring everywhere at any time. It was indeed
a very useful advice. He took a deep breath to calm himself and smiled to her
as she was walking towards him. He could see nothing except her. walking slowly
down the lane on the red carpet towards the counter. To his view, she was like
strolling and singing down the lane in a garden full of butterflies and tulips.
Wearing a white dress with a wide hat on top of her head. With a song called
Lagu by Bedroom Sanctuary on tune as the background music. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“so where’s the CD?”, smiling and
all excited. He was totally melted that his knee was shaking.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
But he remained calm and took out
the CD from below the counter and handed it over to her. Her smile was even
wider and her white, bright, well-arranged teeth came to sight. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“thank you so much!” she said.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“not a problem.”, he tried to
look cool while deep inside he was like “she said thank you.awwww,so cute.”.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“hey, I never did really catch
your name. maybe we could hang out sometimes.”. he was trembling with fear of
her response or ignorance that he was closing one of his eyes and accidentally
made a pedas face. The face when you eat something hot or extremely sour. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“oh sure. You have my number, right?
Anytime. And by the way. My name is Puteri Tiara.”, then she winked and turn
around to exit. </div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
If ten minutes earlier Nasir was
floating, now he was flying up high. High enough to see his house from above.</div>
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That night, he called Puteri. And
so it had begun. The single journey of two young hearts. You know the rest of
the story. They’ll live and love happily ever after. And that’s the new legend
of the lucky Nasir. </div>
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THE END.</div>adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-16103380459082950722012-06-05T03:10:00.000+08:002012-06-05T03:10:06.848+08:00magic fountainthis song i wrote to be included in the first edition of USM-KLE IMP's annual magazine.our dean had requested students to submit our masterpieces related to the theme 'fountain'.so i came out with the lyrics and song.do comment.
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/keArCLtatSw" width="560"></iframe>adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-71322565668050578982012-04-12T03:45:00.003+08:002012-04-12T03:45:47.967+08:0010 perkara menarik di India1. lalu lintas di sini agak pelik dan kabut. ada (ramai) yang melawan arus. kadang-kadang ada yang bawa motor sampai 4-5 orang.<br />
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2. hon kereta dan motosikal sangat penting. digunakan seperti signal membelok. tidak semestinya ketika marah. sentiasa berbunyi. walaupun di kawasan hospital. dan hon mereka wujud dengan pelbagai alunan dan rentak lagu.<br />
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3. tandas awam sukar untuk ditemui di mana-mana. even kedai makan pun jarang ada tandas. tepi-tepi jalan merupakan tandas awam utama.<br />
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4. memotong ketika membayar di supermarket atau kedai perkara biasa. suasana seumpama itu membuatkan anda terasa seperti di koperasi sekolah. tak kena marah pun memotong. jika anda marah,jadi macam pelik pula.<br />
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5. bekalan elektrik di sini juga punch card untuk lunch dan waktu balik kerja. memang bergelap dan berpanas lah ketika itu.<br />
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6. lagu-lagu dan klip-klip video yang disiarkan oleh rancangan seperti MTV atau seumpamanya di sini menyiarkan klip-klip video daripada petikan filem. lebih 70% daripada petikan filem. dan kurang daripada 10% musik antarabangsa. majoritinya adalah musik tempatan.<br />
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7. tayang gambar di pawagam dimulakan dengan nyanyian lagu kebangsaan mereka. tayang terbahagi kepada dua. di tengah-tengahnya terdapat masa rehat (half time) atau dipanggil interval selama 10 minit. pada masa ini, anda bolehlah ke tandas atau membeli air dan pop corn.<br />
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8. biasanya di Malaysia,apabila anda mengundurkan kereta anda akan dengar bunyi 'beep beep'.di sini anda akan dengar pelbagai lagu.<br />
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9. anda boleh lihat lembu berjalan dan tidur dan berak di mana-mana sahaja. di tengah jalan yang sibuk pun ada. lembu di sini gemuk-gemuk belaka.<br />
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10. banyak kedai makan menyediakan makanan cina.adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-70242300815009616972012-04-06T20:40:00.001+08:002012-04-07T03:43:05.839+08:00starring much?what im about to babble today may had appeared in an earlier post.im not sure.but recent experience reminded me of this idea again.so im just going to babble away.<br />
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every person in this world has their own story.to be told or to be kept.they have their own main and side characters in it.and also plots and scenes.there are some dramas,climaxes,adventures etc.these are mainly controlled by them themselves.but at times,some characters were added and some chapters were edited,with or without their approval. but in the end,its all up to them to deal with the new and altered things in their stories.what im trying to say here is our life is very similar to a storyline. a movie.<br />
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what makes it a little tiny different is everybody controls their own movie,and not others'.the rule is simple.minding your own storyline. yes,you are right.you are the main character of your story. number one priority. and also as the director,you can alter it however you want and whenever you want. but thats it. thats the boundary. you cant cross the line. you cant come to others' movie and change it. its against the rule. you cant be the narrator,nor the first character,and absolutely not the director.<br />
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so,dont expect people to always think about you. dont expect to be the star in others' life story.dont expect to be the top in others' priority list. it may only happen in your own story.<br />
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but, you can always make it happen,IF you can make it happen. faham?? guna pepatah melayu.orang berbudi kita berbahasa. you cant just make it happen. im not saying that it is impossible. it is still possible. for an example, a loving parent would make their lovely children as their main characters. a romantic gentleman would make his girlfriend as his number one priority in his storyline.faham dah?ambil hati.bila dah ambil hati baru orang akan sentiasa ingat kat awak tu.jangan sentiasa ingat awak star pada mata orang,padahal awak layan orang macam tahi.nak dilayan baik,layan orang dengan baik dulu.orang diam-diam ni hati mengata juga taw.bak kata orang sabah.starring gitu.haa jangan yee..<br />
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<br />adib arifinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14237886321943803835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321839604521313677.post-24156851246211400792012-03-27T01:07:00.000+08:002012-03-27T01:07:10.435+08:00everything is a remix<div style="text-align: justify;">recently,i've bumped in to a great series of videos on the net. it is called similar to the title of this post; Everything is a Remix. produced,directed,created and narrated by a very creative and wise writer/director/editor named Kirby Ferguson. this project of his is a kind that opens the minds of viewers about an idea which is very common,too common that we did not realize. he explained about the idea of remix culture which is deeply embedded into our lives from the start. the main concepts of this idea is simply COPY,TRANSFORM and COMBINE. he implied all of those elements into every examples that he offered in order to explain deeply the idea of remix culture. and he did brilliantly. he convinced the viewers that the idea can be applied to almost everything. musics,movies,inventions and even life forms. he used such creative and neat visuals with simple and edible language. i think these videos are brilliant. you should watch them. the links are down there. and you can even see how he got the idea with another link i put below there. i first watch it on vimeo. but i dont know how to embed the video from there. so i took em from youtube.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the series consists of 4 parts.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. the song remains the same ( <a href="http://vimeo.com/14912890"><span style="color: red;">http://vimeo.com/14912890</span></a> )</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. remix inc. ( <a href="http://vimeo.com/19447662"><span style="color: red;">http://vimeo.com/19447662</span></a> )</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. the elements of creativity ( <a href="http://vimeo.com/25380454"><span style="color: red;">http://vimeo.com/25380454</span></a> )</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. system failure ( <a href="http://vimeo.com/36881035"><span style="color: red;">http://vimeo.com/36881035</span></a> )</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">an interview with Kirby Ferguson : <a href="http://www.onthemedia.org/blogs/on-the-media/2011/jul/01/qna-kirby-ferguson/"><span style="color: red;">http://www.onthemedia.org/blogs/on-the-media/2011/jul/01/qna-kirby-ferguson/</span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">be knowledgeable!!think!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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