Like pouring emptiness into a cup once filled with tranquility.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Ghuraba (Strangers).
every writing its author,
every plan its plotter,
every design its designer,
- then what about you,
my young traveller?
Written by Nadrah Mustafa at 22:06 0 comments
Labels: Almost Fiction, Life, Musing, Personal, Self
Yang pilu.
Taken by Agfa Supersolina, at Pulau Pangkor
Katakan,aku ketandusan inspirasi.Dengan kebisuan,sunyi sepi.Katakan,aku hanyut.Dengan kerenah kehidupan,kau berpaut.Katakan,kelu lidah aku.Dengan gelap gelita,dan jalan berliku.Katakan,kerana seusia dulu,inspirasi aku,kamu.Yang diam terpaku.
Written by Nadrah Mustafa at 20:48 0 comments
Labels: Almost Fiction, Photolog, Poem
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Rindu zaman pakai Creative ZEN instead of iPod Nano. Zaman dengar Regina Spektor dan Nerina Pallot. Zaman naik KTM dari Nilai balik Subang Jaya sambil baca Orhan Pamuk. Dalam kata lain, rindu zaman muda. Zaman baru masuk pengajian tinggi.
Written by Nadrah Mustafa at 18:36 0 comments
Friday, March 23, 2012
Swallowed in the Sea
Rememberthe wide sea?Deep;like our soulsintertwined ina realm, we fear todiscover.Free;like these recurrentthoughts ofunspoken possibilities.Remember thewater current?Wild;like our younghearts, eagerto discover.Violent;like our subtlewords embedded withsecret affections.Remember thewonders they bring?Tranquil;like the transcendentalspace of day and night,at dusk and dawn.Destructive;like a wrathsent down toremind us all.But --did we sink or swim?Or were weswallowed in thesea.
Written by Nadrah Mustafa at 06:58 0 comments
Labels: Almost Fiction, Poem
Thursday, March 15, 2012
A Dangerous Method. Versi cincai dan malas.
Alas, I have watched the long-awaited film. Ever since I was a student last year, reading Freud and other psychoanalytic scholars. (Show off pulak dia ni).
MasyaAllah. I love the details they did in this film! Even Freud's study room and the COUCH! Reminds me of my visit to Freud's London home with my best friend last summer. Same exact artifacts in his room. Brilliantly eerie.
An indeed, a dangerous method. Something so intimate when one's inner most repressed thoughts and feelings are shared between two colliding souls. If only I could start taking patients as how they did, "I heard you are taking patients now?". Now wanna find volunteer clients also hard (or rather not so confident with my lacking clinical background).
But right now, I'm not quite sure of psychoanalysis. I mean, psychodynamic quite possibly. But psychoanalysis? I'd have to refer to my personal analyst.
Written by Nadrah Mustafa at 21:19 0 comments
Monday, March 05, 2012
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