They say that Diogenes of Sinope, who mocked Alexander of Macedon, shamed Plato and disputed Socrates, had a residence made from an unused wine cask. Moses' was made of a single sheet of cloth propped up by a stick. Jesus Christ didn't even have any. On the other hand Tevye, the protagonist of Fiddler on the Roof, if he had one, would have his built with "one long stair case going up, one even longer going down, and one more leading nowhere just for show". Norma Desmond's on Sunset Boulevard was made of materials that built dreams. India's mukesh Ambani's cost a billion dollars, while Bill Gates had a private ... err... ocean life in his.
And yet ... I can't help but feel that there's something missing in all these designs that these people have. It's easy for ME to say that: how would I have built mine? Well, that would be easier....
Diatas tanah zamrud bertaburan
Kerisik akik kerikil marjan
Kan ku bina mahligai indah idaman
Penghuni bintang menjadikan pedoman
Tangganya puluhan kamarnya beribu
Kehulu kehilir pelayan, pembantu
Bawahnya mengalir mata-air syahdu
Memperingati akan asal-usul ku
Lantainya ku sulam larat berlian
Bumbung menyepoi aroma za'faran
Dibela, dijaga, pembantu, pelayan
Agar mereka kenali siapa Tuan
Kan kubina dalamnya Raudah syorga
Objek cemburu Shaddad perkasa
Di barat di timur bandingan tiada
Idaman hati Raja, Maharaja
Namaku harum sebutan semua
Tuan empunya mahligai perkasa
Nun jauh dari sejuta hasta
Kerlipan emasnya menyakitkan mata
Akan kubina jeriji sakti
Memeluk kamarku setiap perinci
Berantai perak berkunci besi
Menjaga katil empuk tiada terperi
Dari dapur hingga ke anjung
Dari lantai hingga kebumbung
Akan ku kunci akan kupasung
Agar Azrael tidak mengunjung
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