MASCULINE


This the 'soldier's record book ,
Encapsules the duty of a soldier ,

Mohammad Azmi

RADIO

BROTHERHOOD

Ah bee
Aida
Amanda
Angie
Ardini
Danica
Dana
Farhan
Jia ling
Joyce
Lester
Melissa
Noelle
PeiYu
Rachel
Valerie

RECORD

January 2006
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
November 2009
August 2010


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Purity

Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward."

Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies.

Love creates righteousness, or justice, here on earth. To make love is to make justice. As advocates and activists for justice know, loving involves struggle, resistance, risk.

I think also that sexual lovers and good friends know that the most compelling relationships demand hard work, patience, and a willingness to endure tensions and anxiety in creating mutually empowering bonds.

For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen.

We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love."Love is a choice. Not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile.

Love is a conversion to humanity. A willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives.

Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.I should. I would and i must prevail. For i've been longing to get it.

Till then.

Azmi - Out!

9/20/2009 05:53:00 AM

Friday, September 11, 2009

IN NEED OF A HALO

Lately i've been hard to reach.
I've been too long on my own.
Everybody has a private world,
Where they can be alone.
Are you calling me to get through.
Are you trying to reach out for me?
Cause i'm trying.

I'm just so fucking depressed
That i just can't seemed to get out of this.
If i could just get over this hump.
But i need something to pull me out of this slump.
I took my bruises, took my lumps.
Fell down and i got right back up.

But i need the spark to get psyched up.
I don't know how, why or when.
I'm in this position i'm in.
I'm starting to feel distant again.
But i just can't admit or come to grip
With the fact that i may be done with it.

I need a new outlet.
I know some shits are hard to swallow
And i can't just sit back and wallow,
In my own sorrow.
But i know one fact.
That i'm one tough act to follow.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
But you have to walk a thousand mile.

Try my shoes just to see,
What it's like to be me.
And i'll be you. Let's trade shoes.
Just to see. What it's like to be me.
Go inside each others mind.
Just to see what we find.
Look at shit through each others eyes.

I think i've lost my sense of humor.
Everything is so tense and gloom.

Till then when i find a new purpose.
Straighten out my thoughts.
And find a new light.
I will be back.

Azmi - Out!

9/11/2009 04:00:00 PM

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Insecure?

Security is mostly a superstition.

It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.

Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

Till then, Azmi - Out!

9/06/2009 03:48:00 PM