Il Ham Mai Hum

Sunday, February 22, 2009

It's 1.10 am and I've been sitting here all night clock watching.
As the pitter patter of raindrops gets louder by the second,
I imagine them, falling freely from the sky, away from their initial abode, the clouds.
Oh how I miss Sunshine, always the best amongst my friends.
I remember, when we were kids, we used to play by the bay,
thinking that we could fly at supersonic speed.
I remember each time, when I decide to switch on some music,
she'd say "I want discopop!" and we'd dance all night long.
Alas, they were all but just, a moment or moments, in the past.
A wave of cold air seized me. It's getting chilly down here.
I glanced up at the fire place and saw the dying flames though still bright in amber.
I finished up the last of my pudding.
As sweet as caramel, just the way i like it.
Wishing that tomorrow, there would be a letter waiting for me.
In my little
postbox.

It's one thing to be successful,
and its another to see the success of the ones you hold dear.
We may not be as close as before.
The times of esplanade gigs, crashing acoustic and jamming sessions, and
hanging out before and after gigs are long gone, sadly.
And replaced by the hi-byes and hugs, only.
But I'm still proud of you guys for making it this far.
And hell, it's only an EP, so there's still a lot more to achieve.
Yesterday was the best so far.
There will be better, i know.
But for now, Postbox, the romantics of the local music scene,
you deserve your glory =).

Some choice pictures for your viewing pleasure =)
(kudos of course to dee and ashrough)

Two very lovely ladies Barbra and Samantha.

Lookman and Ill-ham and Cleventine the pubic hair cat.

I KNOW U GUYS AND IM SORRY BUT I FORGOT YOUR NAMES.
except syamim greenboy.

Faderloo, sakinah-cant-take-vid-for-nuts, harithstshthst

COS HYDIRS GAY JEGT JEGT JEGT.

Wak wak kenduri. Zayd, WeiXiang, Syed Hafiz, Kenneth

The Romantics of the local music scence =)

Hurray

Shoe......OF POWER.

Master Shredder.

Master Drummer.

Master...Bass-er?

S-TEH-SI

Sam Master Singer/keyboard button pusher.

TEEHEEE

Sexy la tu

SEXY LA TU HAHAHAHHAHAHA

Have you wondered, why's my eyes so sepet~~~

Whoa bOi cHiLL

LULZ TWINS BAZZLE TWINS!

Us! though i look sucky.

Postbox~~~

Fad the irritating, cable rosak, guitar string putus, master strummer.

BUBBULZ

Sam's chipmunk face.

Konsentrasi.

I HAD FUN =).

ilham26 @ 10:17 pm
Crawls around your room
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

At-Takwir (The Folding Up)

When the sun (with its spacious light) is folded up;

When the stars fall, losing their luster;

When the mountains vanish (like a mirage);

When the she-camels, ten months with young, are left untended;

When the wild beasts are herded together (in human habitations);

When the oceans boil over with a swell;

When the souls are sorted out, (being joined, like with like);

When the female(infant), buried alive, is questioned;

For what crime was she killed;

When the Scrolls are laid open;

When the World on High is unveiled;

When the Blazing Fire is kindled to fierce heat;

And when the Garden is brought near;

(Then) shall each soul know what it has put forward.

So verily I call to witness the Planets, that recede,

Go straight, or hide;

And the Night as it dissipates;

And the Dawn as it breathes away the darkness;

Verily this is the word of a most honourable Messenger,

Endued with Power, with rank before the Lord of the Throne,

With authority there, (and) faithful to his trust.

And (O people)! Your Companion is not one possessed;

And without doubt he saw him in the clear horizon.

Neither doth he withhold grudgingly a knowledge of the Unseen.

Nor is it the word of an evil spirit accursed.

Then whither go ye?

Verily this is no less than a Message to (all) the Worlds:

(With profit) to whoever among you wills to go straight:

But ye shall not will except as Allah wills; the Cherisher of the Worlds.

It amazes me, how a description so terrifying yet so mystifying,
and a warning so alarming,
are written and told,
in an utmost beautiful way.

And yet, this is only the translation.
Of Sentences, in a Chapter
of The Book, written by God.

MashaAllah.

One down, two more to go hurray!

ilham26 @ 9:26 pm
Crawls around your room
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Sunday, February 15, 2009

Kay maybe come to think of it, i was jumping to quite the conclusion.

Bitching, is an in thing nowdays.
And has always been.
A blatant disregard of others, and how they might feel.
Cos u see, by talking about it, makes you feel great.
Powerful.
But what do you win? What do you gain?
Award? Medal? Cash Prize?
Or just a 5 minute high?
Friends, dignity, credibility.
Gone.
Is this all worth it?
No one blames anyone.
If its a one off thing.
Yeah maybe they did something.
But to dwell on it.
Over
and
over again.
Like a merry go round.
That doesnt stop.
But will end.
With a floor full of puke.
And an empty...playground.

Im terrified at the thought.
That. That.
It's too weird.
Of all people, it had to be you.
Funny, ironic and...terrifying.
You're the last person id expect,
and i bet i'm the last person ud expect.
Just a phase. Drifts away.

Flying high.

ilham26 @ 5:14 am
Crawls around your room
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

This morning an NEA officer came to my house and discovered a pot full of MOSQUITO BABIES.
Damn.

I just woke up and looked as haprak as i can ever look.
So i quickly ran to the kitchen to rinse (komor komor)my mouth heh to remove, in vain, the mouth stench.

The NEA officer was this tudung makcik. Who, for some reason, was very jumpy.

She showed me the mosquito babies and took some samples and checked my house's kitchen and toilets and asked for my particulars.

But what's so peculiar about mak-nea officer-cik was that she kept saying,
"sorry eh dik jangan marah (sorry boy please dont be angry)"
and
"dont be angry eh dik, im just doing my job".

So during the whole time i was like...dude...im not gonna bash u up over mosquito babies.

But soon after she left it occured to me.

SHIT IM GONNA BE FINED $200 MOTHERFRAKAS.
WALAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
But then i dont blame her cos yes shes just doing her job and well my fam shouldve been more diligent.

BUT WALAU THAT $200 COULDVE BEEN MY COLDPLAY TICKETS.

nvm nvm cobaan.

BUT STILL ITS $200. STUPID STUPID.

I cant wait for exams to be over -___-.

I love this pic. (though i look abit botak tengah)
Guitar boy hur hur.
Now where oh where is my guitar girl. Please come soon =D.

ilham26 @ 11:09 pm
Crawls around your room
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

On the way to meet up with the guys...and lady, i chanced upon a peculiar white clad arab fellow in the moulana mosque at raffles place.

He was asking for donations for them gaza people.

So as always, it was a ask, give, thank, smile, leave thing.

But after drawing cash to go buy some dinner, i met said rollie-pollie (lol fatmah's line)
arab guy walking towards the pub areas.

So i caught up with him and he went (pointing to the pubs) Kafir? Kafir?

So i thought, finally! someone with common ground.

So i striked up a conversation with him. Apparently he's from some place near kandahar and was here to collect donations.

His words, were always filled, drenched, laced with praises, supplications, prayers to Allah. His actions calm and collected (though he was lost, trying to find his way back to some mosque in little india).

He only got angry, and when i say angry i dont mean shout and curse but more like...a tad increase in tone when he walked pass the pubs.

Kafiruns he said. Along with some qoutes from the holy Quran. Kafiruns and yahudis (he shakes his head). Then he talked about it being near the end of times (yes it sure is).

The whole experience, really answered that answered question thats been nagging me for the past few days.
How to best emulate The Prophet.

I guess its like that dude.

He's a total stranger. Yet i felt very comfortable being alongside him. As if i knew him for a long time, as if he was blood. Till the point that i didn't want to go off. (i wanted to help him get to mustafa). Though he spoke little english and a microscopic amount of malay, i felt that we really could communicate.

Not by race, hobbies or what not.
But by relgion.
By the love of Allah, his prophet Muhammad saw, and his religion Islam.

Now that, to me, is the answer to the question that has deluded everyone from the mere peasant to the knowledgable.
What is the meaning of life?
Peaceful Submission to the Almighty.

Now what he's doing. Its the true jihad. Going into a new place. Filled with satan and sin. Alone, lost but with strong faith and will, to help the ones oppressed by the ones who are cursed.

This week is study week!.
yet, i totally wasted(not) by hanging out with gang.
=DDDD