Hello hello. Its been a very long time since I post some stories in early 2013. Yes, now is late 2014. So for those who love taking time to read, this is a post that will be full and full of words.
Hope and hopes. Wish and wishes. Pray and prayers. I hope to share more stories again. After a period of pause, I dug out some things of the past, which basically shows a good reflection on my past then. I do have my handwritten journals, so Facebook was part of it then, and yes, I wrote words of my mind in my personal Facebook until, I shut it down to concentrate on a Facebook Page for sharing my crafts more than sharing myself. I believe photos of actions speak louder of myself than my own texts. However, having love for scripts, writing is indeed a very intellectual yet a deceptive way of learning about oneself. Yes, admitting guilty, the inspirations, ideas and exposures that I wrote about, I’m still working on 70% of it to improve myself. Nevertheless, I’ll keep on writing to remind myself.
Welcome to Faizal Somadi’s Facebook Stories.
Firstly, thank you Facebook for compiling and archiving all the things that I’ve posted in the past. All the texts and stories posted are full of rediscoveries of my very own self. I have trimmed very selectively. They are all excerpts of the mind and heart, full of various degrees of thoughts, emotions, encounters, exposures, feelings, biased notions, challenges, questions, undefined answers, and of course, some quotes from others, my own stupid or idiotic reflections, facing cute moments and also, indulgence in dipping oneself into split-seconds of ecstasies. There are some things that are religious or cultural in thoughts, and there are languages which, being written as it is to be remained best in its language, if I don’t get to translate it here. Sorry about that. And yes, there spelling and grammar mistakes too. Some times they sounded nice with those natural silly errors. Sorry about that too.
So here we are, I’m all to share: Faizal Somadi’s Facebook Stories. And I hope not to be judged by it, because that’s just a little of my past for me to move on for better improvement. Take your time, happy reading.
Faizal Somadi’s Facebook Stories 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010 at 12:05am UTC+08
“To determine a gentleman, learn the law of a man before one should intrude into a woman’s. Otherwise, it is not worth born a man to be called a man itself. Blame not thy mother, but ye unscrupulous fathers.”
Wednesday, March 24, 2010 at 4:00pm UTC+08
“God is a GREAT God” – Danialle An
Saturday, March 27, 2010 at 5:13pm UTC+08
“In this dilapidated era, the messages that voices all news are tainted with 70 lies and within, there’s only ONE truth.” – Ahmad Sonhadji, 2002. Manchester.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010 at 4:33am UTC+08
There are moments where we embrace happiness, and there are moments where we embrace sadness. Let’s accept happiness with deep gratitude, and let’s accept sadness with wisdom. For verily, every bit of sadness we accept from HIM, The Al-Mighty Compassionate Lord will grant ten times fold of happiness awaiting us. For verily, HE never ignore his promise.
Monday, June 7, 2010 at 1:06am UTC+08
Not all malays ARE muslims. And not all muslims ARE malays. The world is not created to be understood by a specific race, or in any specific forms of predetermined and preconceived forms of intelligence.
Thursday, June 10, 2010 at 5:01pm UTC+08
“WE ARE SLAVE DRIVERS OF THE 21st CENTURY. We want your work, your energy, your blood, your sweat, your tears. We only pay the way we want, or just we dont.”
Saturday, June 12, 2010 at 11:02pm UTC+08
: Dear people, I’m infected with a strange mental disease of this 21st century. It was found recently by the agents of verso-recto. It has a strange name. It is called: “KEPALAHOTAKUDAHKONYOL”…
Sunday, June 13, 2010 at 11:18pm UTC+08
: Today, the Agents of Verso-Recto has certified a new developement in my disease. It has increase to a higher degree of complexity. Still, they are still studying my conditions. At this stage they call it: “OTAKUNAKMAMPHOOS”…
Friday, June 25, 2010 at 2:30pm UTC+08
“The chills of the morning is enlightened by the light drizzle. 0315hrs. The swollen eyes awoke in solemn. Who is this? It’s me grandpa. And my wife. Strenuously, he smiled. The holy lullaby continued. His favourite lullaby. All left to acompany with.”
Sunday, June 27, 2010 at 2:28pm UTC+08
“Intelligence are designed for judgement. Probably that’s what are people made of today.”
Saturday, July 10, 2010 at 7:35pm UTC+08
“When the heart cries, so does the sky. And the lonely sheepherd weeps for its lost sheeps. Quietly in his sleep. Eventually the loner is all it is, left alone.”
Tuesday, July 13, 2010 at 3:14am UTC+08
“The Madman walks blindly, losing all his senses one by one. Drowned in the pitch black nights, the Madman can only count his imaginary stars.”
Wednesday, July 14, 2010 at 4:14pm UTC+08
“Deadman starts crawling.”
Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 5:17pm UTC+08
“The fog. The light is uncertain. The temperature goes erratic. The smell is so close to the ground. And all is what the deadman counts. Dusts.”
Thursday, July 22, 2010 at 8:53am UTC+08
“The morning sky is blistered. The wind is solemn. And the grasses shivered quietly in the drizzle. Talking to the dusts wasn’t an option. It’s a small reunion over ancient accounts.”
Thursday, July 29, 2010 at 1:29pm UTC+08
“Ye World! Be entertained. The madman will entertain as wished. And let thy wishes sink deep in the pitch of desires. Be merry. Be drunk.”
Wednesday, August 18, 2010 at 7:39am UTC+08
All Praise To The Most High. 41 days. 100 Cycles completed. May the All-Mighty Lord reinstate Peace and Order and fortify with Love, Protection, Guidance, Wisdom and Strength.
Saturday, August 21, 2010 at 7:19pm UTC+08
“All time, things are done is to serve people, to serve God. At home, wife & children not fed, clothes not sewn, the sick not attended, books not read, plants not watered, prayer’s mat not cleaned and many other responsibilities went rotten in a ruined pot battered by hundred hands that demand satisfaction under the Names of God. Sincerity becomes an obligation. Helping is circulated to breed opportunists.”
Sunday, August 22, 2010 at 1:29pm UTC+08
“The laws of wisdom is passed. To suppress the rights of livelihood.”
Monday, August 30, 2010 at 2:53pm UTC+08
: No matter how right you start it off, it will just end up all wrong and upside-down. Its sickeningly, hauntingly weird.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010 at 1:16pm UTC+08
: Think. And live. As wished. As pleased.
Thursday, September 2, 2010 at 1:02am UTC+08
: Love Is Freedom.
Saturday, September 4, 2010 at 5:56am UTC+08
: What toy can we find in a dungeon..?
Saturday, September 4, 2010 at 1:05pm UTC+08
“Start the mess. Play the mess. Don’t worry, there are ‘volunteers’ and ‘servants’ that will clean and put it back in place.”
Wednesday, September 8, 2010 at 12:24am UTC+08
: “Any matter that brings goodness, do make haste.” – Ahmad Sonhadji.
Thursday, September 9, 2010 at 11:17pm UTC+08
“Kalau orang itu sudah tua,Hendaklah dia jadi ‘tua nguwur’, Kalau tidak, jadilah ‘tua tutur’; Atau setidak-tidaknya jadilah ‘tua sembur’, ,Jangan sampai jadi ‘tua jagur’.”
Tuesday, September 14, 2010 at 1:23pm UTC+08
: Gifts are good. Abusing its responsibilities is not. Gifts are meant to be served. Not for rapacious enlightenment.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010 at 3:24am UTC+08
: By left, by right, up above and down under, is all a mere dead end.
Monday, September 20, 2010 at 5:43pm UTC+08
: “Unhappy services, unhappy citizens, unhappy country.”
Tuesday, September 28, 2010 at 1:08pm UTC+08
: First Lesson of the last Subject of the last Cycle from Grandpa in 2001 – Takhalli, Tahalli, and Tajalli.
Saturday, October 2, 2010 at 4:55pm UTC+08
: “The pig may not know that it itself is a pig which may not realise that it itself is branded forbidden by the Lord. But for a person whom is a shareholder of knowledge, yet ostracise the knowledge of the others who it thinks its incapable of comprehending, is incorrigibly worse than the pig itself.
Thursday, October 7, 2010 at 11:46pm UTC+08
: Sometimes when goodness is about to start, a little dirt will spoil everything. And sometimes, there’s not much chances left.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010 at 1:18pm UTC+08
: “tandus. si pecinta berbicara dengan debu-debu sepi. kala masih mencari sang pecinta. yang tiada hentinya.”
Friday, October 29, 2010 at 2:27pm UTC+08
: “Rejoice. In life. Here and after.”
Friday, October 29, 2010 at 6:07pm UTC+08
: “Apabila manusia merasakan dirinya seperti tuhan, sekehendak nafsunya dia ingin menguasai sesama manusia yang lain dengan ilmunya. Nah, bukankah itu sifat kehaiwanan?”
Friday, October 29, 2010 at 11:28pm UTC+08
: And therefore all the blood, sweat and tears are dispersed dusts of a useless man. Wake up to toil and return to soil. Lord, have mercy.
Friday, December 3, 2010 at 12:42am UTC+08
2002. It started with nothing but a page full of dots. Hand-carved carpenter’s pencil. A tribute to Ustaz Khalil Abdul Manan.
Sunday, December 5, 2010 at 2:36am UTC+08
: Meeting a doctor is not all the treatment needed. One needs patience, empty spaces, reflections, cleansing, discipline and focus to fortify those medication prescribed.
Friday, December 31, 2010 at 2:11pm UTC+08
This baby monkey was adopted by our head caretaker in attempt to save it. Back then, its mother had been attacked and eaten up by a pack of dogs.
Friday, December 31, 2010 at 2:11pm UTC+08
Our kampong predator. Kiki the guard-cat. Sweet, gentle, pleasant and obedient. But nastily protective against intruders.
Friday, December 31, 2010 at 2:11pm UTC+08
Operation Dog-Shell : A dog’s carcass found drowned in the pond by the small farm house. With a plastic utilitarian collar, suspected to be a domestic guard dog, belonged to a nearby vegetable plantation.
Friday, December 31, 2010 at 4:48pm UTC+08
First, Kiki digged into the stomach, eat all those internal organs clean. Second, he gnawed into the mid-body and broke the fish into halves. Third, he grinded through from the top spine down to its tail, the whole of it. And the best of last, sucking and crushing the fish head, to the eyes, and its mouth… Not a trace left. Only dried blood.
Faizal Somadi’s Facebook Stories 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011 at 4:15pm UTC+08
: “Hidup itu sememangnya tercipta untuk diuji. Kalau tidak ada hidup, setentunya mati.” – ASM
Monday, February 7, 2011 at 8:50am UTC+08
“They have come. Something that’s ancient, seems to be something new. Sometimes it may not come civilised.”
Monday, February 7, 2011 at 8:53am UTC+08
“Have knowledge. Have skill. But know thy Lord.”
Monday, February 7, 2011 at 9:20am UTC+08
“And when they treat their children immaturely. Verily, they are what they treat the others.”
Monday, February 7, 2011 at 9:27am UTC+08
“And the mockery is casted from the strong to the weak. Verily, thy Lord is where All-Strength it is.”
Monday, February 7, 2011 at 9:59am UTC+08
“The tale of a broken egg. Can be told as a tale of the end of the world.”
Monday, February 7, 2011 at 10:20am UTC+08
“With intelligence, sins could be created out of thin air.”
Saturday, February 19, 2011 at 12:59am UTC+08
: Then, peace is becoming into a sacred entity. Its too complex to be shared crossing over the light years. Everyone wants it too much for themselves.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011 at 8:01am UTC+08
: Izrail is very “active” these days.
Sunday, March 6, 2011 at 2:02am UTC+08
: Proud of the wrong identity, judging with the wrong wisdom, fighting with the wrong enemy. And growing at the wrong age.
Sunday, March 6, 2011 at 9:29am UTC+08
“Proud of the wrong identity, judging with the wrong wisdom, fighting with the wrong enemy. And growing at the wrong age..” (Faidhollah Al-Majnoon)
Monday, March 7, 2011 at 3:21pm UTC+08
: Diem-diem di bawah aja udah. Bersama Kitab Samawi.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011 at 7:50pm UTC+08
: Bushido. Where are you…?
Friday, March 11, 2011 at 10:23pm UTC+08
: Bushido + Shodo.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011 at 8:14pm UTC+08
“And when time has invited the old awaiting books to be embraced, dusts dance on these fingers in sheer bliss.”
Sunday, May 15, 2011 at 11:45pm UTC+08
: Congratulations. With the help of our talented strategic administrators, we are striving hard to turn into a full-fledged cottage industry. Where knowledge, experience and skills are perceived to be expendable, lower than the revolution of cents itself. We are giving birth to highly intellectual individuals who desire a British hand-made Morgan for the price of a Honda Cup. Thank you.
Saturday, May 21, 2011 at 9:30am UTC+08
“If it’s true beauty that you seek, it can never be found in this world. Not even in any form of diffraction of 7 colours cast upon your eyes. Neither in any form of vibrations even as fine as the wind. Probably, it can only be represented in words that will be too bright to be understood.”
Tuesday, June 14, 2011 at 10:32pm UTC+08
: “Starving rats have to dig hard holes scavenging for food and shelter. The good dog can get fresh bones from heaps of wealth from their healthy owners. Oh, those rats will probably grow into excellent survivors. Oh, and that dog is probably just a damn lucky bitch.”
Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 10:26am UTC+08
: “Life is hard, but because of your kind manners, The Lord will grant you His Bountiful Grace.”
Tuesday, June 21, 2011 at 12:12pm UTC+08
: “Life is like Mi Sedaap. One time cook. One time finish.”
Wednesday, June 22, 2011 at 2:09am UTC+08
: “Cast off. And thus will be Orphans of Eternity. We will accept it wholeheartedly.”
Saturday, June 25, 2011 at 10:23am UTC+08
“I have nothing. But if i have anything to serve to my best for you, it is simply because of HIM.”
Tuesday, June 28, 2011 at 11:05am UTC+08
“It’s supposed to be easy and beneficial. Why keep aftering materials that will cause sufferings and difficulties to the others and yourself. Take your hats off and you’ll find that you are what the system made of. If no proper maintenance is done, it will definitely be taken away. In life, if it is unfortunate, lesson may only comes once.”
Wednesday, June 29, 2011 at 4:11pm UTC+08
: “Just do what you are supposed to do. Your conscience will pass. If it didn’t pass, it will pass. And if it did pass, it will pass. And all these shall pass.”
Friday, August 19, 2011 at 3:03am UTC+08
Claiming to yourself that: “I have tried my very best.” is as good as embracing failure. One should commit itself, even by means to die doing it. The word “best” is merely nothing but a form of self-appraisal, simply to satisfy oneself in the most comfortable form of acceptance. The dignity of perfection and execution must not be measured by wisdom and intelligence. It should be made of soul, of the soul. It breathes as what it is.
Monday, September 19, 2011 at 6:29pm UTC+08
“Let this hunger be a gift from The Lord to me, so that may my generations would not face any hunger in this world, and moreover, so may no one will be hungry in the afterworld.” – Muhammad bin Abdullah, SAW.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011 at 11:38pm UTC+08
“Don’t be what you are not given to be. Accept the others as what they are born to be. Accept yourself as what you are born to be. Cherish it, as it is.”
Monday, October 3, 2011 at 12:20am UTC+08
“Keep spitting until you get high and dry. There’s nothing that a piece of drain wouldn’t be able to take. It can always be washed.”
Wednesday, October 5, 2011 at 4:57pm UTC+08
“And verily, when pride was given, dignity was rebuilt, beauty was reformed, so much after being crushed down by just a tiny spark of light. They still have probably not learned. May bountiful graces be given to make them into learned people.”
Wednesday, October 19, 2011 at 1:39pm UTC+08
Today’s Agenda: How to Fail Successfully.
Monday, October 31, 2011 at 1:51pm UTC+08
: You’ll never know what the Lord has in stored for you. All He wants is just your loyal attention.
Thursday, November 10, 2011 at 3:03pm UTC+08
There are those who do not wish to be born with a life to be judged by the others. And there are those who were born to be chosen as a study to judge our own minds. The way we understood things are the parents of our minds and hearts. The way our minds and hearts live are the parents of our manners and actions. So as the parents who parented their children. So as the teachers and friends who parented our knowledge. So as the leaders who parented their followers. So as the government who parented its people. Verily, only very few will think.
Faizal Somadi’s Facebook Stories 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012 at 4:25pm UTC+08
“Dalam Sulur Bayung, ada Sulur Bayung. Di dalam Tahiyat, ada Tahiyat.”
Saturday, May 19, 2012 at 4:53am UTC+08
: We have the right truth. We have the right intention. We have the right authority. We have the right experiences. And we have the right to have the right expectations. We think that is the best and righteous of us. That’s what we always think. And that’s what we thought we should think. But probably, we forgot that there are others who are more unfortunate in life they went through, probably so very much worse than having the capability of how to possibly think like the way we do. And sometimes, to think of so much for what we want, sounds so very different than so much of what our hopes are for. Until there’s too much of us probably, and too much of what surrounds us. And less of the others. And until probably, we forgot to take a look on how the manners of our own body language looks like, and how the manners of our own verbal language sounds like. Yes, that’s what we are. Probably.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012 at 3:37pm UTC+08
: Dream all you want. Take all you want. Everything has its expiry date. It’s up to you to determine how you want yours to be.
Sunday, August 5, 2012 at 2:15am UTC+08
: “If you believe in goodness, and willing to humble yourself in goodness, and willing to sacrifice and commit to goodness, and share the goodness, and further enrich the goodness given to you and of others, then may The Lord grant you a little pity which is worth so much more than the goodness itself. If you believe in goodness on the expense of the others, then it is just so very not right. Goodness is not made of talking dreams. You have to work hard to achieve its rights as a goodness itself. As a goodness the way it’s supposed to be written by The Lord. Opening your palms to the sky to seek some grace is not enough.” – FS
Friday, August 10, 2012 at 12:40am UTC+08
: RULE NUMBER ONE. DO NOT ever ever ever play with your teachers’ names as if they are mere materials. DO NOT even put them in your cheap jokes. They were ordained by The Higher Authority with wisdom, knowledge and skills to commit their duties. Do that and Knowledge may strip off its soul from you. REMEMBER.
Saturday, September 1, 2012 at 2:46pm UTC+08
: To give something that you possess is different from giving something which is part of you. Generosity can be the ultimate of selfishness in it’s humble form.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012 at 1:16am UTC+08
: “Biar secubit cukup sempurna. Usah tamak mengukur usia.”
Wednesday, September 19, 2012 at 8:44am UTC+08
: “There are some of us who looked so matured, looked so much elder-like, looked so much religious and experienced, talked so much righteous-like, behaved so much authoritatively-deserving, walked and talked so much like the only religious-aristocratic-mystical class ever exist on earth, behaved like the most experienced parents that bore and have lost hundreds of different breeds of children, believed that our language and manners are so justly and righteous which supersede and believed we have the right to supersede the others regardless of race, age, religion. And we thought that we have been in the absolute righteous and religious thinking, behaviour, manner, language, age, race, groups or clans, class and authority. Unfortunately, a retard is a retard, a hypocrite is a hypocrite, a liar is a liar, an idiotic moron is an idiotic moron, and a diabolical saint is a diabolical saint. There are even many profound ways to describe some of these negatively. However, a simpler nature-like comparative analogy: parrots, cows, monkeys, foxes, snakes, dogs, pigs and donkeys of the human society. It is true that there are animal-like human beings in its own levels and classes. And there is definitely a difference between an animal and a civilised human. However, it is extremely sad when we have the capacity to decipher that but don’t have the capability or simply handicapped to realise as such among ourselves.” – FS.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012 at 1:44am UTC+08
“Some of us have beautiful memories. Some of us experience beautiful tales. While some of us have none. Or just some of us can’t afford any. And some of us are simply born without the ability to understand such a notion. And there are some of us believe in the past that we were blinded from the future. And there are some of us who burn the past and strive to build memories of the future. And there are some of us drowned within ourselves with the tales of the sky. And there are some of us got lost in the sky with the tales about ourselves. And there. There are us who remember, and there are us who do not.” – FS.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012 at 5:57pm UTC+08
: I don’t know anything about burning bridges. What in the world is that for? But I do know about burning the ships. It depends on who lit the fire.
Faizal Somadi’s Facebook Stories 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 7:30am UTC+08
Language becomes noise, Teeth aches, sore gums and ulcers; Just keep the mouth shut.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 11:01pm UTC+08
Hunger never quit, Desires are blind and deaf; The stomach says full.
Saturday, March 2, 2013 at 12:37pm UTC+08
Simplifying a content is good. But insulting the knowledge itself is not. Please do your homework before trying to curate. The public is not stupid.
Friday, May 3, 2013 at 7:02pm UTC+08
Stay foolish. Not stupid.
Saturday, June 22, 2013 at 10:28am UTC+08
: The art of using Iron Fingers involves pointing it straight, or curled in tight. In between these positions involves the crafty art of manipulation. Some ways of subduing its functions is either by melting it with blazing amount of force, or probably the best way is to separate its Mother Palm from the Wrist.
2013, 3rd Quarter. Faizal Somadi Facebook Account closed.
Special thanks to Ms Fatmawati Mahmud. Thank you for sharing her life and space with me.