Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Smiled-Upon Addiction



Therein of-that species to the particular stores,
seeking high and low,
for the state-of-the-art glow,
what do they commonly addressed that.
retail theraphy?

next to them by their side,
waited a sure of patient,
the always-do victimized companion,
their true-blue husband,


oh , men!
just how fortitude you are,
to meet with their desire and demand.
men, i shalt repeat,
hold strong to your patience!

Cause by hook or by crook,
they'll drag you to every of the possible floors and doors,
as you are ending,
they are just about to begin,
until you are nil but a flat-pocketed,

With such menacing credentials ,
They become truculent,
a sudden overwhelming SPLURGE,
that was seemingly,
to be an another inexorable force,
which was triggered deep under,
in their ticker,

i am certainly sure,
their closet is
overflowing with
never-worn clothing,
the price tags still
waving in the breeze?
attic bulging with boxes and boxes of shoes that have never
touched pavement?
buying new makeup weekly,
and compact discs by the fistful?

In the land of conspicuous
consumption,
compulsive shopping is the smiled-upon addiction,
one of the few disorders that it's still acceptable to laugh at.

It isn't a true
compulsion at all,
but instead an
impulse-control disorder.

they are kind of too vulnerable,
to always thinking about it,
then a tension builds,
that's when they have to satisfy that tension,
by going out and shopping.

Never mind,
Shop 'til you drop.
The one who dies with the
most toys wins.


it shall bring about further economic downturn,
i must say,
a sudden suicidal might occur,
to solely treat to their disorders.

It boggles me somehow,
wondering just how much,
the possibilities of them becoming one,
in every each of the deliveries?

it's too intriguing,
are they born and bred,
to inherite such wont?

questions continuously mounting,
but no verdicts is veracious enough,
to assert my conservative understanding,

i shalt bear this on my mind,
my wife-to-be isn't of that species,
or i'll end up being demented,
by such ravaging exodus of penny and sanity,
that triggered unlooked-for demolishing berserk,
kind of scary tho'.

i am just an average,
i solemnly hope,
that this quirk of fate shan't befall upon me.

Inter alia,
the creatures i feared the most,
it would solely be just them,

The Shopaholics!





@ wont = habit, as in archaic form.
Exodus , is the massive departure of living things. Fosho, it's strictly prohibited to be used on penny and sanity. I am aware of that.Oh c'mon,still acceptable somehow.XD

A special thanks to Atikah Muhsin for that SPLURGE. Hahah.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Twyndyllyngs is the longest english word without even a single vowel.

That day, i posted something about English.

then came Kak Fatimatul Zahara@ Kak Tymo. Then i asked her. "what's the longest english word without even a single vowel?".

As far as i have known, it should have been "rhythm", or "syzygy" which means a kind of unity, especially thru coordination or alignment, most commonly used in the astronomical or astrological sense. But "syzygy" is admittedly a bit less longer than
"rhythm".In short, "rhythm" is the best answer! Yeah! Haha.


but then she said "twyndyllyngs", i was like, hey where the heck that word come from? Then, i had a quick browse on my very old The Times English Dictionary, and i found nothing! Next, the Oxford bilanguage, found nothing too!

Reluctantly, i went to ask Uncle Google. Haha. It's stated there that "twyndyllyngs" is the longest Word in English that doesn't contain any vowels. and... It comes from Welsh and is obviously rare and alien. But it does appear in the Oxford English Dictionary. and... "twyndyllyngs" means "twinling" or in Modern English, "twin."

cuihh! I'm speaking about modern words la. But yeah, She had managed to leave me speechless for quite some time. Cehh. Thank you.

thanks to Fatimatul Zahara who is now studying in New Zealand for correcting me.xD

From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Being A Man

Should worry besieges your
heart,
or should you encounter
adversities,
or should you stumbled upon in
your quest,
to find the right path,
which will lead you to glory,
wake up and rise again!

go back a little,
to leap further,
or go back to square one,
to rebuild your strength.

You are not born and breed to be
DERAILED,
You have everything.
why must you hold back?
why must you keep the cats dead
in your bag?

with a sheer of will,
you can withstand to any barrier,
resolve is everlasting,
time to make a change,
not a part of it,
but holistically.

you are running out of time,
for time is a great merchant of
jeopardy.
It has the utmost luscious to
bring you down,
but if you could study and
fathom to it's lame pace,
the time will be your humble
servant.
bide the time,
to reinstill the starvation of
triumph,

"wait and see" is no more to be
found in your dictionary,
bury that phrase,
seize this once-for-a-lifetime
opportunity.

O' bury those past glories,
it will only hinder you from
kicking start for a new glory,
let's newfangle the state-of-the-
art triumph,
let's revive our fading fighting
spirit!

Be a man,
not only by empty words,
portray such gestures in your
every actions,
i'm sure you have known,
that actions speak louder than
words do.

be a man,
a true man fears not a thing,
a true man fights for his desires
and demands,
surpassing his need to fight for
his rights.

and...oh come on!
you are not for turning,
one who feared to meet upon
failure,
is sure of defeat, young man!

by Mohd Azhaari Shah
18 May 2010

emotion background > enthused,
highly flammable( what
the ...?).xD
Dedicated to all my friends to
rekindle your fighting spirit.good
luck.xD

In this note: Atikah Muhsin, Nur
Amirah Nabilah, Aziza Aini, Lia
Omey, Muiz Nasrallah, Syazwani
Azmee, Naqib Ahmmad Alawi,
Muhammad Amirul Sarkhawi,
Mohamad Syafiq Exo, Farah Nini,
Aimi Liyana, Faridah Yasmin,
Nurul 'Ain Abas, Zafira Syazwina

From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Thailand bergolak lagi..

Ohh kumpulan Kemeja merah...
kerana politik, kalian merusuh..
kerana politik, kalian lupa diri..
kerana politik, syaitan merajai segenap pelusuk hati..
Menyemai kebencian yang tidak berbelah bagi.

mungkin kalian lah binatang politik yang dimaksudkan Socrates lama dahulu,


syukur, Malaysians bernafas lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih aman lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih mampu berdiri,
masih ada nyawa dalam tubuh ini..


Malaysians should be grateful somehow,
these rogue of delinquients,
have failed to trigger mayhem to our people.

let's keep this beloved land,
out of harm and chaos,
forever.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

An Ultimatum from a Broken Heart

Stanza 1

back then,
in the reference,
from the book of the recorded
memories,
you are narrated,
as a heart-rekindler,
you ignite every of my unvoluntary
actions,
oh,such magic you have got.


Stanza 2

But now,
as the wind pass by,
you have changed,
completely to a so-and-so figure,
to my very naked eyes,


Stanza 3

i shan't tolerate at any cost,
not anymore,
it's too late for such,
turning back,


Stanza 4

your words used to be,
a heart-rekindler,
well yeah, i love you,
swallowing your words,
should somehow be on my daily on-list routines,


Stanza 5

but my words seemingly,
to be so-and-so,
nothing but a forsaken whisper,
to your naked heart.


Stanza 6

even when i wailed at such high
pitch,
like a delighted proffesor,
who has proved the accuracy of his
theory,


Stanza 7

it doesn't even sublimes,
your deepest interest to it,
so sad,
your heart is too blind,
to listen to those stone-wall cries ,
from my heart,



Stanza 8

Your words are sometimes,
too chewy to chew,
too bitter to swallow,
too harsh to allow,
it somehow make this heart
becomes kind of too narrow,


Stanza 9

a silent killer defines you best,
as you always strike at my chest,
narrowing every of the oxygen
chambers,
that i have got.


Stanza 10

should thou art to be an old-timer,
regular merchant,
in this heart-tormenting deals,


Stanza 11

remember,
life is like a wheel,
one day,
just you wait,
you will somehow,
eat back all the lies,
you have embodied,
in my used-to-be vulnerable heart,


Stanza 12

but that was like,
a zillion years ago,
now i'm far bridge matured,
to withstand to such overwhelming
lies,
oh, you can't besiege me now!


Stanza 13

willy-nilly,
the vocabularies that you instilled,
are to be facing,
some sort of permanent deletion,
in my newfangled dictionary,
in a nick of time,
wait till i announce the obituary of
your rotten words.


Stanza 14

face the music,
accept the inexorable aftermath,
i'm sure you can feature some
resisting sort of force,


Stanza 15

well, i seemingly to be knowing,
of the viable truth,
ain't you are,
a rogue of delinquent?


Stanza 16

think i'm sweet?
Not so sweet!
Wicked shall be fit for real,
for my in-mind middle name,
it's far cry adequates me,
for some real things,
but denied by such ignorance,
i have possessed back then,


Stanza 17

i shall bury your deceased rhetorical
words,
far away to where no mankind,
could be affected by it.


Stanza 18

like a witch doctor,
who enclosed the genie,
he happened to beat,
in the yellow-cotton-coiled carafe,


Stanza 19

solely an ad-hoc for nothing,
but to be thrown in the open-wide
sea,
obscured for good reason,
till the very end.


Stanza 20

In the name of Lord,
who has created you,
please repent,
or else,
i'll hire some hit-men,
to strike back,
in the very centre of your face!


at 12.50 a.m 11 May 2010

by Mohd Azhaari Shah.

From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Let's Bridge The Every Divide

There's something provoking you,
prying on your vulnerabilities,
to make use of it,
to deviate you from the truth.

should we harp on fighting each other,
we lost our faith,
THEY shall win the whole thing.
can't you see?

You all are full of proud and pride,
that's your weakness,
that's your flaw.
Give them no more,
of this open-wide opportunity,
put our religion first,
then comes the race matter,


yes, some of you.
Did mocked me,
but i shall have no such hatred for you,
due to the fact,
i'm aware that,
you know nothing about the whole evil plot,

i shan't be offended,
i'm just willing to make peace,
let's cease this brotherly wars,

forget the every intriguing propagandas,
THEY are into it.
THEY are conquering every of the viable medium,
can't we see?

I have no such evidence,
that is seemingly to be applicable,
to subjugate on that matter.
but The Lord has already warned us,
that THEY shan't bury the hatchet,
untill we deviate from the truth and escorted them,
to the very unforgiving HELL.


This my very ultimatum,
the last of its kind,
Let's bridge the every divide between Malaysia, Indonesia and the whole ummah.




*2 hours of completion(quite slow)
*completed in such nourishing and nonchalant sorta feeling.XD
*8th may 2010
*conveyed by Mohd Azhaari Shah.
* i borrowed those words from Him.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Smiled-Upon Addiction



Therein of-that species to the particular stores,
seeking high and low,
for the state-of-the-art glow,
what do they commonly addressed that.
retail theraphy?

next to them by their side,
waited a sure of patient,
the always-do victimized companion,
their true-blue husband,


oh , men!
just how fortitude you are,
to meet with their desire and demand.
men, i shalt repeat,
hold strong to your patience!

Cause by hook or by crook,
they'll drag you to every of the possible floors and doors,
as you are ending,
they are just about to begin,
until you are nil but a flat-pocketed,

With such menacing credentials ,
They become truculent,
a sudden overwhelming SPLURGE,
that was seemingly,
to be an another inexorable force,
which was triggered deep under,
in their ticker,

i am certainly sure,
their closet is
overflowing with
never-worn clothing,
the price tags still
waving in the breeze?
attic bulging with boxes and boxes of shoes that have never
touched pavement?
buying new makeup weekly,
and compact discs by the fistful?

In the land of conspicuous
consumption,
compulsive shopping is the smiled-upon addiction,
one of the few disorders that it's still acceptable to laugh at.

It isn't a true
compulsion at all,
but instead an
impulse-control disorder.

they are kind of too vulnerable,
to always thinking about it,
then a tension builds,
that's when they have to satisfy that tension,
by going out and shopping.

Never mind,
Shop 'til you drop.
The one who dies with the
most toys wins.


it shall bring about further economic downturn,
i must say,
a sudden suicidal might occur,
to solely treat to their disorders.

It boggles me somehow,
wondering just how much,
the possibilities of them becoming one,
in every each of the deliveries?

it's too intriguing,
are they born and bred,
to inherite such wont?

questions continuously mounting,
but no verdicts is veracious enough,
to assert my conservative understanding,

i shalt bear this on my mind,
my wife-to-be isn't of that species,
or i'll end up being demented,
by such ravaging exodus of penny and sanity,
that triggered unlooked-for demolishing berserk,
kind of scary tho'.

i am just an average,
i solemnly hope,
that this quirk of fate shan't befall upon me.

Inter alia,
the creatures i feared the most,
it would solely be just them,

The Shopaholics!





@ wont = habit, as in archaic form.
Exodus , is the massive departure of living things. Fosho, it's strictly prohibited to be used on penny and sanity. I am aware of that.Oh c'mon,still acceptable somehow.XD

A special thanks to Atikah Muhsin for that SPLURGE. Hahah.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Twyndyllyngs is the longest english word without even a single vowel.

That day, i posted something about English.

then came Kak Fatimatul Zahara@ Kak Tymo. Then i asked her. "what's the longest english word without even a single vowel?".

As far as i have known, it should have been "rhythm", or "syzygy" which means a kind of unity, especially thru coordination or alignment, most commonly used in the astronomical or astrological sense. But "syzygy" is admittedly a bit less longer than
"rhythm".In short, "rhythm" is the best answer! Yeah! Haha.


but then she said "twyndyllyngs", i was like, hey where the heck that word come from? Then, i had a quick browse on my very old The Times English Dictionary, and i found nothing! Next, the Oxford bilanguage, found nothing too!

Reluctantly, i went to ask Uncle Google. Haha. It's stated there that "twyndyllyngs" is the longest Word in English that doesn't contain any vowels. and... It comes from Welsh and is obviously rare and alien. But it does appear in the Oxford English Dictionary. and... "twyndyllyngs" means "twinling" or in Modern English, "twin."

cuihh! I'm speaking about modern words la. But yeah, She had managed to leave me speechless for quite some time. Cehh. Thank you.

thanks to Fatimatul Zahara who is now studying in New Zealand for correcting me.xD

From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Being A Man

Should worry besieges your
heart,
or should you encounter
adversities,
or should you stumbled upon in
your quest,
to find the right path,
which will lead you to glory,
wake up and rise again!

go back a little,
to leap further,
or go back to square one,
to rebuild your strength.

You are not born and breed to be
DERAILED,
You have everything.
why must you hold back?
why must you keep the cats dead
in your bag?

with a sheer of will,
you can withstand to any barrier,
resolve is everlasting,
time to make a change,
not a part of it,
but holistically.

you are running out of time,
for time is a great merchant of
jeopardy.
It has the utmost luscious to
bring you down,
but if you could study and
fathom to it's lame pace,
the time will be your humble
servant.
bide the time,
to reinstill the starvation of
triumph,

"wait and see" is no more to be
found in your dictionary,
bury that phrase,
seize this once-for-a-lifetime
opportunity.

O' bury those past glories,
it will only hinder you from
kicking start for a new glory,
let's newfangle the state-of-the-
art triumph,
let's revive our fading fighting
spirit!

Be a man,
not only by empty words,
portray such gestures in your
every actions,
i'm sure you have known,
that actions speak louder than
words do.

be a man,
a true man fears not a thing,
a true man fights for his desires
and demands,
surpassing his need to fight for
his rights.

and...oh come on!
you are not for turning,
one who feared to meet upon
failure,
is sure of defeat, young man!

by Mohd Azhaari Shah
18 May 2010

emotion background > enthused,
highly flammable( what
the ...?).xD
Dedicated to all my friends to
rekindle your fighting spirit.good
luck.xD

In this note: Atikah Muhsin, Nur
Amirah Nabilah, Aziza Aini, Lia
Omey, Muiz Nasrallah, Syazwani
Azmee, Naqib Ahmmad Alawi,
Muhammad Amirul Sarkhawi,
Mohamad Syafiq Exo, Farah Nini,
Aimi Liyana, Faridah Yasmin,
Nurul 'Ain Abas, Zafira Syazwina

From the Humble Servant of The Lord .. Mohamad Azhaari Shah Sulaiman

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Thailand bergolak lagi..

Ohh kumpulan Kemeja merah...
kerana politik, kalian merusuh..
kerana politik, kalian lupa diri..
kerana politik, syaitan merajai segenap pelusuk hati..
Menyemai kebencian yang tidak berbelah bagi.

mungkin kalian lah binatang politik yang dimaksudkan Socrates lama dahulu,


syukur, Malaysians bernafas lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih aman lagi,
syukur, Malaysians masih mampu berdiri,
masih ada nyawa dalam tubuh ini..


Malaysians should be grateful somehow,
these rogue of delinquients,
have failed to trigger mayhem to our people.

let's keep this beloved land,
out of harm and chaos,
forever.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

An Ultimatum from a Broken Heart

Stanza 1

back then,
in the reference,
from the book of the recorded
memories,
you are narrated,
as a heart-rekindler,
you ignite every of my unvoluntary
actions,
oh,such magic you have got.


Stanza 2

But now,
as the wind pass by,
you have changed,
completely to a so-and-so figure,
to my very naked eyes,


Stanza 3

i shan't tolerate at any cost,
not anymore,
it's too late for such,
turning back,


Stanza 4

your words used to be,
a heart-rekindler,
well yeah, i love you,
swallowing your words,
should somehow be on my daily on-list routines,


Stanza 5

but my words seemingly,
to be so-and-so,
nothing but a forsaken whisper,
to your naked heart.


Stanza 6

even when i wailed at such high
pitch,
like a delighted proffesor,
who has proved the accuracy of his
theory,


Stanza 7

it doesn't even sublimes,
your deepest interest to it,
so sad,
your heart is too blind,
to listen to those stone-wall cries ,
from my heart,



Stanza 8

Your words are sometimes,
too chewy to chew,
too bitter to swallow,
too harsh to allow,
it somehow make this heart
becomes kind of too narrow,


Stanza 9

a silent killer defines you best,
as you always strike at my chest,
narrowing every of the oxygen
chambers,
that i have got.


Stanza 10

should thou art to be an old-timer,
regular merchant,
in this heart-tormenting deals,


Stanza 11

remember,
life is like a wheel,
one day,
just you wait,
you will somehow,
eat back all the lies,
you have embodied,
in my used-to-be vulnerable heart,


Stanza 12

but that was like,
a zillion years ago,
now i'm far bridge matured,
to withstand to such overwhelming
lies,
oh, you can't besiege me now!


Stanza 13

willy-nilly,
the vocabularies that you instilled,
are to be facing,
some sort of permanent deletion,
in my newfangled dictionary,
in a nick of time,
wait till i announce the obituary of
your rotten words.


Stanza 14

face the music,
accept the inexorable aftermath,
i'm sure you can feature some
resisting sort of force,


Stanza 15

well, i seemingly to be knowing,
of the viable truth,
ain't you are,
a rogue of delinquent?


Stanza 16

think i'm sweet?
Not so sweet!
Wicked shall be fit for real,
for my in-mind middle name,
it's far cry adequates me,
for some real things,
but denied by such ignorance,
i have possessed back then,


Stanza 17

i shall bury your deceased rhetorical
words,
far away to where no mankind,
could be affected by it.


Stanza 18

like a witch doctor,
who enclosed the genie,
he happened to beat,
in the yellow-cotton-coiled carafe,


Stanza 19

solely an ad-hoc for nothing,
but to be thrown in the open-wide
sea,
obscured for good reason,
till the very end.


Stanza 20

In the name of Lord,
who has created you,
please repent,
or else,
i'll hire some hit-men,
to strike back,
in the very centre of your face!


at 12.50 a.m 11 May 2010

by Mohd Azhaari Shah.

From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Let's Bridge The Every Divide

There's something provoking you,
prying on your vulnerabilities,
to make use of it,
to deviate you from the truth.

should we harp on fighting each other,
we lost our faith,
THEY shall win the whole thing.
can't you see?

You all are full of proud and pride,
that's your weakness,
that's your flaw.
Give them no more,
of this open-wide opportunity,
put our religion first,
then comes the race matter,


yes, some of you.
Did mocked me,
but i shall have no such hatred for you,
due to the fact,
i'm aware that,
you know nothing about the whole evil plot,

i shan't be offended,
i'm just willing to make peace,
let's cease this brotherly wars,

forget the every intriguing propagandas,
THEY are into it.
THEY are conquering every of the viable medium,
can't we see?

I have no such evidence,
that is seemingly to be applicable,
to subjugate on that matter.
but The Lord has already warned us,
that THEY shan't bury the hatchet,
untill we deviate from the truth and escorted them,
to the very unforgiving HELL.


This my very ultimatum,
the last of its kind,
Let's bridge the every divide between Malaysia, Indonesia and the whole ummah.




*2 hours of completion(quite slow)
*completed in such nourishing and nonchalant sorta feeling.XD
*8th may 2010
*conveyed by Mohd Azhaari Shah.
* i borrowed those words from Him.


From the Humble Servant of The Lord ..

Thou art here to read and think and comprehend and relate and smile!!

iqra'.. Bismi Rabb.. Umat islam kini bagai buih dilautan.. Dilanda ombak ia hilang. Ditiup angin ia pecah..