tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84688760607191587822024-03-21T11:23:47.043+08:00A Little TimeA place so meaningful where I spill my thoughts, vent my <br>frustrations and meet wonderful friends.Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-64517465977577806912013-02-28T22:30:00.000+08:002013-02-28T22:30:54.484+08:00Sinking Into Memories
An incessant beat of old melody
Clings to my ears so firmly
As I step into a quiescent journey
To the realm of past secrecy
Hidden deep in the midst of history
Down in the street of the erstwhile city
A youth walking tall in vanity
In black jacket and leather boots, hiding innocency
And a careless mind neglecting purity
Like an eagle Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-67045583823119747242013-02-06T23:30:00.000+08:002013-02-09T08:49:17.170+08:00Hecticness is Over and A Liebster Tag
The constant stress I was experiencing for the past few weeks is finally over. The project was completed yesterday. The aircraft left the hangar and made a safe take-off. The last few days of the project were so challenging. I had to work for 27 hours, from Sunday morning to Monday noon without a nap. It was a painful experience. I took a day's leave today to rest, and hoping that the next Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-2600118879149864872013-01-19T20:57:00.000+08:002013-01-19T20:57:51.848+08:00HecticI'm going through a hectic time. The past seven days were so stressful for me. There was great amount of workload at work with minimum staff and minimum time to accomplish. I was working 13 hours a day with no day off and this is going to continue on for another week or two. My work involves both physical activities and paperwork hence I feel so tired when I get back home. I go to bed early to Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-25402580404306313002013-01-03T00:02:00.000+08:002013-01-03T00:02:18.482+08:00Another Year</ br>
The last streak of light vanishes
Another year resigns and disappears
Fades into history of the past
Wraps up in time and lays to rest
Like a driblet of cold rain
Descending to the wide ocean
Like a tiny flake of snow
Melting on a vast meadow
Memories gather and archive
Deep in the library of life
As past resolutions fade
Present resolutions parade
And so Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-57096110090872746502012-12-12T12:31:00.000+08:002012-12-12T12:31:26.219+08:00At The End Of The RopeAnother day sinks
I wait here still
Painting my footsteps
Beneath a black roof
From the sole window
I gaze to the stars
Longing for freedom
Lost in the rain
Within the wicked cell
Anguished in loneliness
I wet my soul
With sinful tears
Behind the four walls
I sit and recount
I wait in agony
For the day to come
I cry in the dusk
With blood in my hands
As darkness hearkens
To my rueful wail
Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-43492188096883650862012-11-18T22:10:00.000+08:002012-11-19T15:22:25.027+08:00Some Random Things About Me
Unwell
I was not feeling well for the past few weeks. It all started about three weeks ago when I had high fever accompanied by bad coughs and body aches. I was unable to work for five days and most of the time I rested on bed. The high fever went down after two torturing days but I still had mild fever on and off for a few days after that. The coughs continued on and caused me chest pain. IAbu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-68351630446431294432012-10-14T18:37:00.000+08:002012-10-14T18:37:04.981+08:00A Sad Grave Of Friendship
The sun was sinking behind the purple mountains in the far west. The rays of the setting sun were diffused by the thick clouds creating a beautiful art of nature in the sky. A stream of sweat ran on my forehead as I walked hastily, nearing my destination. An occasional breeze of cold wind kept me accompanied as I got closer to my destination.
As I reached the edge of the town, a murder of Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-57938549288984392592012-09-10T21:29:00.001+08:002012-10-14T18:35:01.988+08:00Oh Heart
Oh heart
What a surprise
River of ice
Breaking away
Oh heart
Wordless whisper
Emotion fever
Melting away
Oh heart
Masked delusion
Disguised deception
Walking blindly?
Oh heart
Abandoned lies
Grievous cries
Forgotten scars?
Oh heart
Locked in prison
Nowhere a reason
Take heed and listen
Oh heart
Sleep tight
Till its bright
For you to sight
Written by Zunnur, as he Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-67822182889049669512012-08-06T10:43:00.000+08:002012-08-06T10:43:01.116+08:00In The Warmth Of A SunsetI wait in passion
For the moment of beauty
For the sunset to paint an art
On the clouds, on the ocean
In the sky, in my heart
I watch with emotion
As the moment comes to pass
Colors splash across the sky
Hues of orange and glowing violet
A beauty hard to portray
I gaze in awe
As the orb kisses the ocean
The horizon set ablaze
Enfolding me into the warmth
In symphony of blue and Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-58516889772073003042012-07-13T23:31:00.000+08:002012-08-06T10:38:47.040+08:00A Strive To Balance Work And Life
It is break time at work. I sit at my desk with a cup of coffee in my hand and enjoy the pleasant morning. The past few weeks were so hectic and stressful. I was badly tensed up, working 11 hours a day and through the weekends, rushing to meet a project deadline. Fortunately, it all ended a couple of days ago and left me with a gap of a few days to breathe before another task is given.
I take Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-82110891192822475772011-03-02T08:38:00.001+08:002012-08-06T10:29:36.739+08:00An EscapeAs the race intensifies
Pressure reaches the peak
The mind shuts down and resigns
Leaving the ever growing list
Abandoned in yesterday
I escape to infinity
A place so quiet
Borderless and stagnant
Plain and gray
Empty and fade
I surrender to nothingness
At the edge of the chasm I stand
And stare deep into the void
So deep that I forget
The very day of tomorrow
At the fall of the dusk
I stand Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-538729527178786532009-05-24T22:35:00.002+08:002009-05-25T23:11:21.321+08:00An unfinished expressionHe entered the room and walked towards the white desk which stood against the south wall. The desk was covered with a thin layer of dust. Small puffs of it rose as he pulled out the chair and sat down. It had been a while since he last sat at his desk.He opened the drawer on his right and took out a thin pile of papers. He rested his back and fingered through the papers one after another. His Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-1592850447490479192009-04-01T21:03:00.000+08:002009-04-01T23:07:10.062+08:00A conversation so unpleasantI failed to avoid him. A few excuses I gave didn't work so I had to join him for lunch. It would have reflected bad on me if I were to turn down an invitation from a very good friend during the good old school days. Although we met after many years, the twice short coversations I had with him earlier this week were displeasing that I wished I could stay away from him. It was lunch time and our Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-63592105802121538942009-03-17T21:02:00.022+08:002009-03-21T13:56:35.720+08:00Giants of the skyI've been working in the aviation maintenance industry for more than 15 years now.When I started, I was taught about the theory of flights, the study of how an aircraft flies. I know the parts and components that put the machines on air and I've been working on them for the past many years.Yet quite often, when large airplanes are taking off to the sky, I can't help but to watch in amazement.SomeAbu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-4030695004171702502009-02-23T16:10:00.001+08:002009-03-01T00:57:42.963+08:00What's up with me??Once again, I left the blogging world for a while and missed my friends who had always been in my thoughts when I was away.Life had been so hectic for the past 2 months that I could hardly find time to sit in front of my computer. Early last year, I wrote a post about my apartment suffering from fungus attack. I spent so much time cleaning and painting the walls and the furniture at that time.EndAbu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-86227344043450400322008-11-29T07:28:00.000+08:002008-12-03T22:32:55.710+08:00Venom of DespiseIt was a dirty place filled with germs of dishonesty, jealousy, hatred and favouritism. He didn't had the strength to escape from there that he chose to look at things positively and stayed on. He walked through his days doing things his own way. He struggled to blend into the environment without being influenced by the rotten culture. He struggled to stay clean in that polluted place.A silent Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-66790726604907765782008-11-08T19:51:00.009+08:002008-11-09T15:18:53.974+08:00My Last WordsI was going through my old stuffs which I haven't touched for years and one of the thing that I found was this piece of expression written by me on the 15 March 1993 titled "My Last Words." Digging into those old stuff brought back some old memories, sad and joy.My Last WordsTime is marching proudlyDays and nights awakened meI slowly opened my eyesAnd felt myself at the endNow I realizedThat the Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-36287576450565586232008-10-16T17:15:00.008+08:002008-10-19T22:35:41.125+08:00The StormThe nice calm sea view and the crystal clear air that I was enjoying did not last long. Out of a sudden, dark rain clouds started to gather, erasing away every single sign of pretty sunshine. Lightnings sparked across the beautiful panorama, accompanied by loud cracks of thunder and angry roaring wind. Once again, a great storm arose.In the near darkness, I held the steering wheel tight trying Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-3123474906787192832008-09-28T07:16:00.007+08:002008-09-28T20:14:56.280+08:00Something that I missedI have to get back to that placeIt was a long urge within myselfI wanted to be there for at least a little timeThere's something that I missedSomething that I wasn't sure aboutIt was not the wordsnor the complementsIt wasn't about earningsand not about ranksIt wasn't a passion or an addictionAs I stepped into the gardenThe smell of the flowers was wonderfuland in front of meI found the thing thatAbu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-42057970104832882932008-05-04T13:13:00.001+08:002008-05-05T18:39:02.799+08:00A yearn to returnAs he opened the door, the room was in total darkness. He switched on the lights and stepped in. The interior was clean. The room wasn't getting enough visitors like before. He used to frequent to this place but now he could hardly find time to visit it.As he walked to the middle of the room and sat on the floor, suddenly, he felt an emptiness deep inside him. He closed his eyes and emptied his Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-88465075303873411792008-04-25T00:14:00.000+08:002008-04-30T20:26:07.097+08:00Determination worn outIt was time to go back. I quickly walked out of my work place. I wanted to get out of the place as fast I could. Although there was much work left behind, I was not going to stay back any longer. I wasn't going to worry about it today, let it wait for me until tomorrow.I got into my car and quickly started the engine. The smell of fuel was quite strong that I had to wind down the windows. I was Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-76768011059191830302008-04-16T20:00:00.000+08:002008-04-16T23:02:33.274+08:00Trapped in betweenAs the leader of this place who was very much concerned about the safety of the residents, I told the police force to be very diligent in enforcing the law. I told them to carry out regular patrol in residential area and also to ensure safety on the road. All traffic offenders were to be strictly punished regardless of their positions.One day, I had to send my minister to attend an urgent meetingAbu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-39038329856495914262008-04-05T18:56:00.014+08:002008-04-08T21:35:47.150+08:00Blogs - rubbish or effective weapons?They formed a mighty multi-racial coalition which ruled the country for more than a decade. They were considered by many people as the only political party that could rule the country with peace, harmony and constant developements. Most of the people here didn't care much about politics as they believed that the existing government was already a perfect choice. Although sometimes there were news Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-77118700945322008032008-03-31T20:13:00.001+08:002008-03-31T09:08:14.766+08:00GratefullnessGratefulness is a feeling of appreciation and thankfulness. It is a sincere, warm feeling of gratitude towards kindness and benefits received. Like anyone else, I have so much things in life that I'm grateful for and I would like to share a fraction of it.Most importantly, I'm grateful for my existence in this world, that God has created me and given me a good life. I'm grateful for the faith of Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8468876060719158782.post-89468737318686126212008-03-25T18:32:00.014+08:002008-11-03T19:54:24.945+08:00Seven facts about meI was tagged by Earthlingorgeous from My Happiness Haven a couple of days ago. I have to write seven facts about myself, some random and some weird and here it goes; 1) I appreciate time more than anything else. I always feel that time is insufficient. I never had my to-do list cleared up. I'm not sure whether it is time that is insufficient or it is my time management that is bad. I think Abu Zunnurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276113220900340996noreply@blogger.com23