Monday, March 27, 2006

...the badder I am...

Assalamualaikum dan sejahtera ke atas kamu...
Hari Redite Paing-Gumbreg,
Subuh ke 25 Sapar/Kawolu,
Tahun Alip.

Hari kedelapan, bulan kedua menjadi hamba kepada Hamba...
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Nama Saya...
(sila isikan nama saya seperti yang Kamu mahukan)

Di sebuah tempat bernama Tempat di Mana Saya Berjumpa Kamu Kali Pertama (untuk memudahkan perjalanan cerita bengong ini, nama tempat ditukar kepda TdMSBKKP).

TdMSBKKP merupakan tempat yang amat indah sekali. Di sini, warna daun pokok ialah warna yang Kamu ingin tokok. Tinggi pokok mengikut kiraan kaki kontot Kamu. Awan hitam di langit kelam memberikan cahaya suram kepada sesiapa sahaja yang kamu terlebih sayangkan. Rumput hijau merupakan sajian diraja kepada mereka yang kamu terlampau hormatkan.

Di TdMSBKKP, Saya bertemu dengan Kamu. Ini tempat Kamu, maka sudah sepatutnya ia menurut perundangan yang Kamu tetapkan. Kamu tuan di tanah ini, bukan yang Satu lagi (ye la, dia banyak benar cakapnya, semua nak kena di ikut, macam lah kita ni a simple pak turut!).

Saat mula Saya bertemu dengan Kamu, hati Saya tak segan dengan degup yang tak kurang dari bunyi meletup.
Kamu sungguh anggun, tampan, hebat, bergaya dan indah tercipta lagak seorang hamba sahaya. (Eh! Silap! Hamba sahaya itu Saya! Sorry, Saya sembab!).

Seperti yang telah menjadi ketetapan, mesti ada satu protokol masa pertama kali bertemu yang wajib dipatuhi setiap kali setiap satu daripada Saya dan Kamu bertemu setiap Saya atau Kamu atau kedua-duanya sekali.

Oleh sebab ini tanah Kamu, maka protokolnya ialah protokol Kamu.

Protokolnya seperti dibawah;

  1. Protokol berdirinya Kamu

    Berdiri dengan keadaan yang paling angkuh, hidung mesti ditunjukkan ke langit. Melihat siapa sahaja yang menghampiri dengan hujung mata. Senyum wajib dalam bentuk yang paling sinis.

  2. Protokol berdirinya Saya

    Saya mesti menghampiri kamu dengan kepala ditundukkan ke bumi. Hidung mesti direnyukkan dengan penuh rendah diri. Melihat Kamu yang hendak dihampiri hanya dalam keadaan di mana tubuh Kamu melindungi matahari. Senyum dalam bentuk yang paling manis.

  3. Protokol perkenal diri Saya

    Selaku pendatang, Saya mesti menamakan nama Saya seperti nama yang yang dinamakan Kamu. Umur Saya tidak boleh sama sekali melebihi umur Kamu. Tempat di mana Saya datang wajib lebih rendah dari tapak kasut Kamu. Segala pendapat yang mahu diutarakan wajib menurut Utara Kamu.

  4. Protokol perkenal diri Kamu

    Selaku tuan rumah, Kamu mesti menamakan Saya seperti nama yang bukan Saya mahukan. Umur kamu mesti dieja untuk Saya (ini kerana setiap saya yang datang merupakan makhluk yang lemah akalnya). Tunjuk dan wajibkan Saya untuk mengikut Utara Kamu kerana dia hanya tahu Selatan Saya.

  5. Protokol pertuturan Saya

    Setiap bicara Saya hendaklah mengulangi setiap pertuturan Saya.

  6. Protokol pertuturan Kamu

    Setiap bicara Kamu ialah pertuturan Saya.

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Saya

Saya adalah kamu,
Datang dari satu ibu,
Ibu dari yang beribu.

Kamu adalah aku,
Datang dari ibu,
Ibu yang dating dari kamu.

Saya, Kamu keliru,
Mengira beribu batu,
Sedang batu itu satu.


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A Gift for You

God,

I was awakened by the thunders of the night,

Came fright taking the place of my might,

On my knee thus I whisper you my plight,

Blanket O God this love the warmth of light,

That tomorrow’s sun shine this love so bright,

That fright comes no more in tomorrow’s night,

That this love would forever be my rites,

Even when I lay with no more might,

Below thy land filled with unworthy sight.

---O---

My princess, I love you.

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hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
hadap irama cengkrik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari.

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Sunday, March 19, 2006

...the lesser man I will become...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Sun,
19th dawn of the Time of Lent,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

2nd day of the 2nd month of being a Slave to the Slaves of Lucre...
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Driftwood
(dedicated to my and your parents, and to you who are parents)

There on the grayish muddy banks of the river Aetatis, does the seemingly worn out ugly damp dirty body of wood that used to be a lush green tree shored.

The beautiful white cranes, the elegant swans, the bulky buffaloes and all the other animals that come to quench their thirst or to play between the gentle waves of Aetatis gave no attention to that body of wood.

Why should they?

The body of wood is only useful to them when it was still a tree with big strong trunk, long brawny branches, lush green canopy, sweet juicy fruits and heavenly sap.

They could sip away their sins of summer with the heavenly sap.

They could rid their bellies of the bullies of the barren days with the juicy fruits.

They could hide their hinds from the hellish sun under the shade of the lush green canopy.

They could nest and rest between the long brawny branches.

They could scratch the ticklish ticks that annoyingly tickling their backs against the big strong trunk.

Now, as an ugly damp dirty worn out body of wood, what use do they have for it? For them, it is just an ugly ornament on the river bank. To tarnish the already ugly surroundings of the river bank is the current use of the wood.

But, if one were to listen to the tales of the worn out ugly damp dirty wood as told by the gentle waves of Aetatis, one would certainly smile in tears. The tales of the poor poor wood is full with bright beautiful colors painted on a black canvas.

The waves of Aetatis would always say to the ones that would listen, "Come eager ears and ride on our backs, we will carry you along the path that the wood has traveled from the head of Aetatis to this river bank cove to the Sea of Clausula,"

"We, the waves of Aetatis were not always this gentle," they would begin their tale.

"As the children of the streams that feed the path of Aetatis, we were unforgiving and full with vigor," they would continue, "we have to, as our friends, the rocks on the river bed, would not bulge from the place where they sit. If we were as gentle as we are now we would never be here, ever."

"The poor poor wood was a witness to our childhood. On the river banks near the head of Aetatis, does the wood stood so gallantly as a strong big tree, bracing the trials of the winds and the sun and the bruises on the river banks caused by our runs, so that goodness would come to those who seek sanctuary under his lush green canopy,"

"We saw how happy those who refuged under the tree are. We saw how the tree turn its salty tears into heavenly saps so that those who seek sanctuary under its canopy would not be harm by sorrowful sweats of the sun,"

"All took as the tree gave, but all left as the tree falls," sadly whisper the gentle waves,"it humbly bow down to fullfil Mother Earth will."

"You know, Mother Earth is a lady with paradoxical compassion," would the gentle waves continue.

The waves go on to say that, to the tree Mother Earth has said, "Tree, now its time for you to rest." And to Mother Earth the Tree has asked in reply, "Why?"

"So that those that took what you gave would give back to you," say Mother Earth.

"But I give what I gave willingly," argue the Tree.

"True you did, child of mine, but, now its time for them to take on your role, and to learn your values as has been pre-ordained," explained Mother Earth.

"Why?" the Tree again asked, confused, "So that they will be as beautiful as you are my child," answered Mother Earth, "and so that all in this world would be blessed by the blessings that flows trough you.”

"Then rest I shall" the Tree accepted.

"Than rested you will be," says Mother Earth “not as a tree but as a wood that will drift along with the waves of Aetatis and who would carve you with intriguing carvings."

"But why?" tree asked, again confused.

"So that you will find one that is true, who would see the carvings not as ugly scars but as a picture as beautiful as the heavenly stars," says Mother Earth enlightening the Tree.

"Thus the tree falls into our embrace," explain the gentle waves, "and vanish the ones who used to took refuge under the Tree with out no trace,"

"As willed by Mother Earth, we carved intriguing carvings on the fallen Tree," continue the waves sadly, "we rip it of its leaves, broke its brawny branches and we carried him on our backs to this grayish muddy banks of this cove."

There on the grayish muddy banks of the river Aetatis, does the seemingly worn out ugly damp dirty body of wood that used to be a lush green tree shored.

The beautiful white cranes, the elegant swans, the bulky buffaloes and all the other animals that come to quench their thirst or to play between the gentle waves of Aetatis gave no attention to that body of wood.

Suddenly, the calmness of the majestic beasts were stirred.

The calmness is stirred by the foot steps of a man and his child.

To the seemingly worn out ugly damp dirty body of wood they walked.

"Papa, of what use do you have for this ugly thing?" asked the child, "its dirty and damp and ugly, yucks!" And with a jeering look the child turns and says, "Leave it papa! It's yucky!"

The man look at his child and with loving smile the man answered, "Child, try to look more carefully at the wood, then tell me what you see under all of those muckiness."

Obediently but reluctantly the child turns to have another look at the wood, the child's forehead was wrinkled with confusion, "what is there to see?" wondered the child's heart.
Moments later, the frown vanished and were replaced by lights in the child's eyes.

"I see you and I see me," says the child with a voice marking awe and enlightenment.

"I see you and I see me, Papa, the wood is us," says the child "I saw the beauty of life and I saw the value of us."

The man kisses the child’s head and lovingly says, "Come child, let us take this wood home, clean it and put it in your room."

"Forever when you see this driftwood, you will know how much I love you," says the man to the child.

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The Untitled Prose

In another time, another tale will come.

maybe,

of the things that the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
For now, the Demon would rest.
But before he lay,
a favor he would like to ask of you,
take this tale back with you,
keep and read this post you do,
to the self that is you,
to your children you love so true,
and to your parents whose love have carved you,
As a gift of love that is so true,
hidden in the Demon’s heart by the color of blue.

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Glosary

Aetatis = age
Clausula = conclusion
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The Untitled Prose:

Is a my request to all that read this particular entry to take it, post it, read it or gift it to yourself, your spouses, you significant others and your children. I hope that it would manifest the love that you have to those who you gave this post to.
The smile that they would show you is my reward.
A reward that would go to my beloved parents in the form of God’s blessings.

THANK YOU
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

...the more sorry I am to have hurt you...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Hari Anggara Kliwon-Kulantir,
Subuh ke 13 Bulan Sapar/Kawolu,
Tahun Alip.

Hari ke 24 Menjadi hamba kepada hamba...


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Jerit Juara Si Jalak Jahil

Bulatan sepupu-sepupu Sang Hanuman yang sedang bersorak riang menanti sang pemenang terjulang dari dua jalak yang sedang bertarung dengan tari sumbang itu membentuk sebuah gelanggang sementara.

Di tengah-tengah gelanggang itu, tampak dua juara dari satu nusantara sedang bertari cakak dengan balung tegak, bulu rembang dan kaki berbelati. Tarian dua jalak ini tarian mati, tiada belas tiada simpati.

Si Jalak Jahil dan Si Jalak Jelek, nama dua juara ini. Baka ayam aduan terbaik dari Rimba Batu Retak Seribu.

"HOH! Patuk!...Cakar!... Elak!" sorak sang sepupu-sepupu Si Hanuman.

"Bodoh kau Jalak! Dia datang kau tak elak!” marah sang sepupu-sepupu Si Hanuman.

"YAHHHHH! Bagus! Bagus! Macam tu laaa...! HA! HA! HA!” gelak sang sepupu-sepupu Si Hanuman.

Si Jalak Jahil juara dari pinggir Rimba Batu Retak Seribu mengepak, kaki berbelatinya mula menyepak. Si Jalak Jelek juara jantung Rimba Batu Retak Seribu mengelak, paruhnya membalas sambil mengetak.

Tapi, Si Jalak Jelek silap menghitung. Ketaknya tidak membuat geruh lawannya terdetak. Di kala Si Jalak Jelek berketak, Si Jalak Jahil menyusun tapak, dada Si Jalak Jelek disepak.

Terdengar bunyi tulang dada terkepak.

Darah mula terserak.

Si Jalak Jelek terjelepak.

"KOKKOKKOKKOOOoooo...!!!" kokok Si Jalak Jahil bangga. Lawannya tebungkang mengeletik. "KOKKOKKOKKOOOoooo......!!!" kokoknya lagi segak lagak sang juara.

Sang sepupu-sepupu Si Hanuman melonjak gembira, melompat-lompat bersulam tawa.

Dari celah hamis bau haruman sang sepupu-sepupu Si Hanuman, dengan lenggok tonggek bisai berkemban, melangkah masuk sang Putri Sepet Kebaya Sempit. Si Jalak Jahil dijulang, dipamer keliling gelanggang.

"Inilah Sang Pemenang!" maklumnya.

Putri Sepet Kebaya Sempit tersenyum sumbing. Ayam sabung seekor sudah terbaring. Malam ini bolehlah dia berlaukkan ayam goreng percuma. Petang ini emas taruhannya berganda.

"Heh, perut kenyang dan banyak uang," lintas laba haloba hatinya.

Si Jalak Jahil mendabik dada.

Bangga menjadi jalak pembunuh jalak.

"KOKKOKKOKKOOOoooo...!!!" jerit juara Si Jalak Jahil.

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Jerit Juara Si Jalak Jahil

Si Jalak Jahil sabungan tinggi tahana,
berbulu merah agung balungnya,
kepada Jalak yang rendah tafsilnya,
pasti celaka padahnya,
jika kurang barang wahana.

agung sungguh Si Jalak Jahil,
sekali sepak Si Jalak Jelek tunduk pada maut memanggil,
tapi dek kerana namanya Jahil,
lupa dia sang penonton safil,
bersorak dengan taruhan bertahil.

aduhai Si Jalak Jahil,
bila agaknya kau akan akil,
telur jalak juga yang dikau kutil,
lagak amal kaki untut disarung gelang setahil.
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Glosari

sang hanuman = ape (well, those who agreed with darwin would certainly know the meaning of this)
bercakak = bertarung/kelahi
rimba batu retak seribu = a place both you and I know
geruh = bad luck
terjelepak = terjelepok (fall down flaccidly)
bisai = beauty
Putri Sepet Kebaya Sepet = the translation is a bit offensive to the politically correct
tahana = dignity
wahana = passage
safil = shameful person
kutil = nibble
bagai kaki untut disarung gelang setahil = a malay proverb (don’t be lazy, go and look for the meaning)

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

...the more pains...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...

Day of the Terribles,

12th dawn of the Time of Lent,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

24th day as a Slave to the Slaves of Lucre...

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Axioms for Being a Man


A man shall shed no drops of tears for any whatsoever reason.

They are drops of a man's shame.

To be a man, one is obligated to manifest a luminance of ignorance to one's own dark emotions. No inner sadness can be shown to no eyes. It is a disgrace to the to the dignified eminencies of a man.

A person who so wishes to be a man can only be exempted to shed the drops of a man's shame only when they are required to do so by the owners of a man heart. Failing to oblige would deem one entreaty to the title "MAN" void.

Then this would mean the Demon is not a man... he could never withheld those drops of a man's shame.

A man shall always be viewed to be the very definition of strength.

Strength in this respect is accredited to the physique and psyche of a man. Any desecration to this shall render a man to a "weakling" worth less than the tiniest grain of dirt.

Acts that the owners of a man's heart defined as "FAILURE" no matter how contradictory to the definition by the one committing those acts would also be referred as desecration to the definition of strength of a man.

Then this would mean the Demon is not a man... he has only managed to achieve "FAILURE" as defined by owners of a man's heart.

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In another time, another tale will come.
Maybe, of the things that the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
But for now, the Demon would rest
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Thursday, March 09, 2006

...the more tales I tell...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you. . .

Day of Diminution,
8th dawn of the Time of Lent,
Year of the Caminus Canis.

22nd day as a Slave to the Slaves of Lucre...


Aku Cinta Pada Mu


Sayang,

Pernah satu pagi kau tanyakan kepadaku, sedalam mana cinta yang ada. Hanya serak sang reriang menjadi wakil suara hatiku. Bagaimana hendakku nyatakan dalam cinta yang ada ini bila hatiku tertanam hanya tiga jari dari dada.

Sayang,

Pernah satu tengah hari yang rembang kau soalkan padaku apa bukti cinta yang tidak tergenggam oleh tangan ini. Hanya pedih bakar sang mentari yang jadi wakil desah bibirku yang tenggelam kata untuk menjawab persoalanmu.

Sayang,

Pernah satu petang kau pinta padaku apa maksud cinta di kamus hati ini. Hanya desir daun ditiup angin yang jadi wakil celaru mindaku untuk menjawab pintamu itu.

Kasih,

Pada malam ini semuanya ku nyatakan padamu.

Dalam cintaku padamu tak tertandingkan dalamnya lautan yang memisah pantai. Dalam cintaku hanya secetek kedalaman tenung mata yang penuh kasih kepadamu.

Bukti cintaku takkan melepaskan sang peragut nyawa dari tali yang bakal menjerut nyawa. Cintaku terbukti hanya bila tiada lagi titis darah di badan ini.

Cintaku padamu tiada dapat terterangkan oleh sang seniman agung. Hanya akal songsang yang resah tatkala mentari hidupnya lesap dibalik mendung tipis dapat mentakrifkan cintaku padamu.

Takkan ku berikan segala milikku padamu sebagai tanda kasih kerana apa yang ku ada hanya sejelas angin yang berlalu tika mentari mula menyelak tirai malam. Hanya tulisan cinta yang dapatku persembahkan padamu sayang. Kerana itu saja yang bias ku panggil milikku.



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hadap irama cengkerik yang lain nanti,
jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
tika irama cenkerik ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari.

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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

...the more fear I have...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you. . .

Day of the Terribles,
8th dawn of the Time of Lent,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

20th day as a Slave to a Slave of Lucre. . .

When I Glance At You
(dedicated to the reflection in the mirror, dedicated to you)

when I glance at you,
I saw the shades of blue,
I ask what shadows you,
though I know you'll say you.

why do I plague you?
because of your dark hue,
because of the lies that are true,
because of the hate that love do.

but we are one, true?
mister, you have no clue,
I am a soul that is so true,
whilst you are one filled with rue.

what would you do?
I will disguise you that I will do,
with a mask that hate love so true,
so that all shall know I am true.

now I am in the shade of blue,
because of the sins that you will do,
and the honor that shame brings you,
forever when I glance at you.
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The Demon has saw many wars.
So many wars he has seen yet only one has marred the walls of his brimstone heart than the war between the warriors of the Green Banner. All of them laud that they are the true Lords of the Green Banner and similarity between them are just tales of the Sages that has gone past.

But none realize that the only difference that they have is the shade of green.

Honor, truth and just. Those are the words that these warriors chanted as their war cries. Submission to the other's version of honor, truth and just is the backbone of their war. Eradicating the so call fallacies of their brethren's is their aim.

Honor, truth and just.

Those words have become hilarious humors. Truth be told, its pride, conquest and power that these warrior seek. Pride, conquest and power.

When the warriors triumph upon their brethrens, it is them who would be slain. Not by the swords that were swung by their brethrens, but by the blades that they swung with their own hands.

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In another time, another tale will come.
Maybe, of the things that the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.
But for now, the Demon would rest

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Sunday, March 05, 2006

...the more sadness I see...

Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you. . .

Day of the Blithe,
5th dawn of the Time of Lent,
Year of the Caminus Canis,

18th day as a Slave to a Slave of Lucre. . .

Selendang Sutera Bersulam Duri
(untukmu tulang rusuk Adam yang satu)

Dingin pagi yang mengigit akar insan terasa amat pedih melihat sinar ain bisai setengah abad itu sayup dalam rawan. Laman Pendekar Dusta yang sendat dengan si Pandai Karut dari setiap pelusuk Tanah Hamba Berupa Tuan kini lewat bunyi.

Sunyi yang singgah berehat di Laman Pendekar Dusta bila bibir bisai mula menari. . .

"Pandir Puteh minta disemah. . ." tutur bisai disambut jerit sunyi ainnya,

"Pandir Puteh minta disemah dengan Tetek Suri Pendita Penjulang Suluh galang Mahkota Tajuk Rezeki. Pandir Puteh tega tetap dengan dangkalnya yang mahna wanita akan jadi kapan hitam bantal lapik punggungnya," bicara bisai berkait api,

"Apa bebal benarkah suri bermahna? Apa tercabulkah daya suri dek mahnanya?"

Sunyi masih angkuh tidak mahu meminta diri. Semua Pandai Karut yang ada berbara punggung mereka dek kepingin mencari nama dengan pedang berupa pena. Punggung Bentara Pendekar Dusta tersenyum terkemut menanti maha dengan rawan Si Bisai.

"Tidak hamba dulang nama mahupun maha," titip Si Bisai, "yang hamba kepingin hanya daya kami suri yang terketar-ketar cuba berdiri tidak dilacuri dek dangkalnya Raja Mutakhir."

Sunyi mula berlari, pedang berupa pena mula menari.


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Selendang Sutera Bersulam Duri

lacur sungguh takdiran suri,
acap tegaknya dinafi,
kadang oleh budi sang sufi,
kadang oleh peri sang pari-pari,
kadang oleh salam tok kadhii.

lacur sungguh takdiran suri,
sembilan bulan berjudi mati,
satu detik disandung kaki,
bukan dek salah rentaknya tari,
tapi dek silap yang lupa budi.

lacur sungguh takdiran suri,
bila tangannya acap digari,
bukan dek ketar pada sang kaki,
tapi dek dangkal sang bestari,
kerap juga dek yang mengaku puteri.

lacur sungguh takdiran suri,
acap gigil di dinihari,
tiada selubung selimut diri,
selain selendang sutera bersulam duri.


hadap irama lagu cengkerik yang lain nanti ,
jemari lacur ini akan menari lagi,
pada lagu cengkerik yang kian lewat ini,
jemari lacur ini ingin labuh di jeti mentari.

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GLOSARI

ain = eye
bisai = beauty
kapan hitam = black cloth use to wrap corpse
lacur = direct translation would be deem offensive by many, so translate it intellectually
maha = greatness
mahkota tajuk rezeki = job
mahna = white veil
pandai karut = it basically refers to those who donned the mantel that I am donning
pandir = stupid smart person
pendekar dusta = lying warriors (figure it out literature-ly)
pendita penjulang suluh =
guess
raja mutakhir = you, me and every dick, john, harry, and joan, jane and jenny
suri = women
tanah hamba berupa tuan = again figure it out literature-ly
tetek = direct translation would be deem offensive by many, so translate it intellectually

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