Under The Lame Light - Recycle post

My name is Mohd Zikri bin Musa and this year I will turn to twenty-two. It is my first post and also an introduction from me. I was born in Taman Seri Gombak and raised by my parents with full of love, good education and religious activity. I have five siblings and I’m the last one in the family.

The last one not means I’m treated like the ‘special one’ by my parents. In our culture, the last siblings is always assume as a diamond in the family. It is totally different with my childhood experience. I always being hit by my parents, my three sisters and also get a kung-fu-style kicked by my brother.

I remember when I asked my parent a bicycle as a present for my 9th birthday. Unfortunately, I wait until three years to receive my present- by get locked in a toilet for six hours. Yeah, I get my first and last bicycle. Three months later, my bike stranded in my back yard. After that I realized why my parents not too excited to buy me a thing. I don’t know how to appreciated what people gave me.

Under the lame light is the title of this post because I want all readers knows that life will not going to be good if you have full of light; when you can see everything. Here is the example, when you see a trap in a forest you will avoid it, but you will never know a feeling of being trapped or how to get away from it.

For me, I prefer to know the trap because when we talk about life, we are talking about getting trap. Life is so tricky. Either you play or being played. What i'm trying to say here is, you will not making a mistake after you learn it in your past experience.

Other than that, I also want to share with all of you a feeling under this lame light. I have been in the situation once. It was in SMK Hillcrest, my high school. It is the lamest memory I ever had. I will do whatever it takes to get rid the memory out of my mind. I am a super looser. Back there, my close friend is my white guitar. It was a handmade sprayed. Her name is Amber because I don’t remember when I bought it. Maybe it was in September, October, November or December 2002.

Amber is the only thing that brings good memories for me. She's cool. I remember one night Amber comes in my dream. She's dress like a "Village Girl" with a white scarf. We having a date at a beach. It was a beautiful scenery, I have no idea where Amber brings me. Next day when I woke up, Amber standing near to me and I give her a morning kiss. Yes. I'm a freak, I have told you I was a looser. That's why I hate to share with readers my personal life.

( Amber)

The vital reason of this fucking academic post is, for me, “Writing is a part of abstract”. I believe as a writer(or blogger), we must influence our society. I also believe a small group of people is an abstract that create a bigger society. Since everyone can have their own blog, it is people (who have blog) responsibility to interact with their own community. Mane la tau kan. kan. kan. Kalau kita yang tak cuba, siapa lagu yang akan membantu negara dan bangsa kita. Ahlan Wasahlan.