Alien Landscape

ALIEN LANDSCAPE

Author : NHJ
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Between the Bars (Elliott Smith Cover) by Metric

People you've been before that you
Don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

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Sunday, October 30, 2005

the Retrograde Motion has happened recently on Mars. it has truly begun.

for those who are unfamiliar with the Retrograde Motion, the science of astronomy states that the speed of planet Mars has been decreasing in its course toward the eastern direction in the few past weeks to the level we notice the "waver" between the east and the west. and on Wednesday the 30th of July the planet movement stopped going toward the eastern direction. Then in the months of August and September. Mars changed its course in the opposite direction to the West- and that until the end of September, which means the sun will rise now from the west on Mars! read more on the Retrograde Motion here.

the frightening thing is that, this phenomenon happens at least once to all planets, Earth included. someday, and it could be a day coming very soon, the sun will rise from the west on Earth. my Muslim brothers and sisters should know the implications of that, which is already prophesised more than 1000 years ago by our beloved Messenger, Muhammad (SAW).

the sun rising from the west is one of the Major signs of the Hour. brothers and sisters of Islam, the age of the end is coming sooner than we think. all of us know most of the minor signs are coming true. what awaits us are the major ones. for those who wants more info about the major signs of Judgement Day, please click here.

repent.

Posted by NHJ 10/30/2005 10:06:00 pm

Friday, October 28, 2005

Tuli with a storm in her eyes and she didn't know why. Tuli with her toes all tied up and she didn't know why. and she didn't know why she got all dolled up for a suicide. is it too late to tell you that i don't mind?

when the stage lights dim and the shy girl sing, you will fall in silence and no one will hear you land. cos you'll be here with me, we'll be counting the sand between our toes and you will know the crescent moon is just a thorn in your side. that the laughter you held in, is the swell in my throat as i tried not to cry.

Tuli with her mom in her heart and she didn't know why. your mom was proud though you never did knew; you were too busy playing sad.
your ma she tucked a flower behind your ear when you were hated by your old dad. you weren't pretty like Juli or smart like Razak. but she knows. your mom wears her heart on her wrist like you always did.
now you don't know why you got all choked up when you said goodbye.
is it too late to tell you that i don't mind?

when your dad's garden die and your mom's heart drift like a fallen leaf, you will fall in silence and no one will here you land. cos you'll be here with me, we will count the pieces of hearts you broke when you were alive. then we will gather them and make a portrait of your dear mom. won't we, Tuli?

Tuli with her tears all dried up and she didn't know why. she skipped along on time and tripped on a consequence. and she didn't know why she was unpretty and filthy with her best friend's blood. cos she lived alone above all these years waiting for a Juliet.
is it too late to tell you that i don't mind?

Tuli, i'm saying goodbye cos you are too much. when you fall and you land with a bang, i won't be there to stall, your imminent doom cos of your 'see u soons' but you never came. you left everyone and you let it be known that it's all a game.
is it still too late to tell you that i don't mind?

when the waterfalls tire when the clouds are set on fire, you will still be there. cos Tuli, you're the only one who never dared, to play in the sun and say goodbye with a broken heart. and Tuli, i won't be there then.
but is it too late to tell you that i didn't mind?
Posted by NHJ 10/28/2005 02:39:00 pm

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

i woke up in the morning looking forward to going back to sleep.
the overtly depressing Monster movie with Christina Ricci (as a plump short haired lesbian, no less) and the amazing Charlize Theron worsened my apathy. that is, if apathy can be any worse.

i just keep wishing that i could see that little girl in my head; the one with the voice of an eagle. so then i could hear that awful bird cry and learn how to shed tears again.

Posted by NHJ 10/25/2005 01:37:00 pm

Monday, October 24, 2005

Fir told me that shadows are where people tuck away all their sorrows and darkness. so i tried to run, jump and sneak away from mine. but i think it's kind of stuck.
Posted by NHJ 10/24/2005 12:05:00 pm

Friday, October 21, 2005

i considered letting the Landscape go on hiatus seeing that i'm emotionally void or heavily in denial. but either way, Alien Landscape will not be fully active for a few weeks or even months. just one liners several times a week to keep my mind breathing.

bye bye for now creatures of my mind.

Posted by NHJ 10/21/2005 01:18:00 pm

Friday, October 14, 2005

dear Amie,

I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter-set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears burned with reasons as to carry on

everything is still suspended in tedium since you left. these days the only friends i have are Fernando Pessoa's sad book character and Bright Eyes occasionally. there are colourful ghosts hovering around and i think i fall in love too often with the things in my head. i would stand at that very high place (remember our very high place?) and watch traffic whirr by and tell myself that i am a star, and that they are just writhing intestines of earth. you told me that people like us, we pay for our fun and reign with tears. this time you're wrong. your tears are starshine on my cheeks.

lie to me and say, lie to me and say

it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright
it's gonna be alright.

if it weren't for how much mere breathing depends on him, i would have left him there and then. you know him. the pop poet. the boy everyone loves but don't want. i'm tired of walking and seeing his face in every footprint. i'm tired of his encompassing, simple love. one day i might just kill him by knitting so many complexities around his faerie child-heart.

only you would understand the magnitude of having to love something so earthly. something outside of mind. something that is not the product of you mind's cautious, loving caress.

But now I'm confused.
Is this death really you?
Do these dreams have any meaning?
No. No, I think it's more like a ghost
that's been following us both.
Something vague that we're not seeing,
something more like a feeling.

LOVE CLENCHES ME LIKE AN ORANGE. the sweetness, the bitter shell, the ugly pulp, the hopeful bright colour, the.. the.. roundness. the treadmill effect of my efforts. i get nowhere, man. i.. i haven't cried for so long. i should, you know? with the way i am feeling and the state of everything. i need to cry and not wish for someone to be there to see me cry. he.. he doesn't understand. like an orange, Amie. like an orange.

I thought about my true love

The one I really need

With eyes that burn so bright they make me pure

They make me pure

They make me pure

I long to be with you

They make me pure

They make me pure

I long to be with you

at this point we gather our composure, Amie. we sleep we get up and we smile at the world who don't love us back. you cry and i stopped knowing how to. it's just. i can't find the exit anymore, Amie. chocolate stimulates my senses but grief no longer does. my face freezes and inside is a big bang. and when this happens i can't find the exit! i looked and looked and hid cos maybe it would find me. but in the corner, it is so dark. and i looked for her... i really did... when i couldn't find her i just thought it'll be better not to come out anymore. i.. i hate you.

But no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace
All these pills that I take, trying to balance my brain
See the curious girl with that look on her face
So surprised she stares out from her display case

he is a pony, small and mocked. she is a blade of grass. and i. i am desperate. i am so desperate to be... to be... something. i am so desperate to be. and you... you treat me like a patient. one of your mice in your mind mazes. but at least i am something then. a little mouse in your brain. as we've agreed before, we, people like us, cannot adjust to a life like this. you, being all Omniscient playing around with a lost little mouse you decided to keep in your head. so yes. i am desperate. so... please take me somewhere and lie to me. please? please...?

The desperate are water
They'll run down forever
And soak into silence
And end up together
In a dark and distant, dark and distant place

pen a reply. i dare you. i dare you all. pen me a reply. you'll all just keep lying and lying. YOU COWARDS. c'mon. tell me just one of your burning truths. seeing you burn into ashes is much more enviable than seeing you glow with your fluorescent lies. YOU HATEFUL BELLIGERENT INGRATES.

You are free! You are free! You are free...zing.

Posted by NHJ 10/14/2005 12:16:00 pm

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Hasini is not hysterically happy so i thought i'd write her a widdle song so she can be just that! ok, maybe just a smile would do.

-clears throat-

Funny Bunny Hasini

Hasini is a funny bunny
She makes everyone she meets smile
I know cos she makes my days very sunny
She keeps me smiling for a very long while!

Funny Bunny Hasini sits on a cloud all day
While she watches all her friends down there
Lesser are her smiles now it may
But I still like that funny bunny cos I know she cares.

Funny Bunny Hasini is sad now
Because her cloud shrunk and turned grey
She did not tell me how
So I watched as the rain took her day.

Hey I have an idea! Yes I do!
Giddy Hiddy that is I, will gather her raindrops
Everyone will help too
And together we will make a bow so her rain will stop!

And we did it! Oh boy did we do it!
Seven colours split from white did we weave
My my, the beginnings of a smile on her face I see
We cheered and celebrated as her sadness took leave.

Funny Bunny Hasini may be just a little song to you
But for me, I think of it as winning!
Cos however badly does her day turn blue
At least I know somewhere Hasini has a happy ending.

The End!

Posted by NHJ 10/11/2005 06:19:00 pm

Sunday, October 02, 2005

believe me, even the most angelic of boys, know the art of breaking hearts into absurd jigsaw pieces which can never fit each other again.
Posted by NHJ 10/02/2005 09:08:00 pm

Saturday, October 01, 2005

boofs!

i spent most of my childhood days by the window talking to (or shooting down) oblivious passersby or just sticking my arms out of the grille and pretend i could fly. i didn't realise how much i missed the fun of a window.

i was thinking about thinking when the faraway flying thing caught my eye. it was one of those flying machines which leave pretty white eyebrows in the sky as a trail as they soar silently in a perfect angle towards space. i watched as it boofed into a cloud. i don't suppose there is such a word as 'boof' but i fancy that is what it must sound like to burst into a cloud. boof!
i found myself giggling in delight at the satisfaction i felt from the air-machine's 'boof'. that is when two balloons wiggled clumsily across. i laughed at seeing them silly fugitives and smiled at the thought of two dismayed wide-eyed little kids with their heads craned upwards to their funny balloons. so i sent them a whisper of don't worry young friends, i got em! ima take care of em now kay?

and so i did. i spent a long while watching the two funny balloons as they grew smaller and smaller. have you ever watched a balloon til it disappears? it is a most wonderful thing. the white one soon disappeared leaving only tatters of memory and its companion, the other balloon, Bluey. hugging the window, i watched Bluey until i couldn't tell him from the fireflies that live in my eyes. only then my smile started to feel a little sad.

life shouldn't be like that for anyone; to drift towards behemoth whiteness and uncertainty while shrinking all the time til even the ones who care for you cannot differentiate you from the figments of their imagination. for Bluey, i tried to gather what is left of my memory of him but there was just whole blue fluffs of sadness. so i discarded that and kept what was left. the laughter! and wonderful boofs!

so i played this song for Bluey and his friend Whitey and for boofs for truly,
there is nothing as lucky, easy or free.
Posted by NHJ 10/01/2005 06:37:00 pm

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