The tell-tale her

Shut her up
She’s breeding lies
Turn your back against her
She’s falsifying innocence

She’s full of shit

A bag full of feint
Check her luggage
A mouthful of rehearsed fib
Make her gag ‘em up

She’s cooking up fiction

She’s the queen of deception
Overthrow her from the throne
Whose lies sprung up like poisonous mushrooms
Dig them out and squash them merciless

Her skills were beyond yours
She convinced the idiots
She fooled the ignorant
And she died in her never-ending fantasies.

Music to her ears

I'm putting 'The Temple Girls' on hold now, because I feel there's a need to do some research on the temple girls' background before writing further about their lives. And, in order to kill the time during my working hours (well, I am not abusing it - I've completed my SB and I'm waiting for the supervisor to go through it when he's back from the subcon in Subang), I wrote (and am still writing to improvise it) 'Music to her ears'. It has a similar pattern to 'The boy who cried MOO!'

I'm planning to send it Raman for the next SFNW - hopefully, he and the editors would see it as a new approach of storytelling, and include it in the anthology.

The sound reminded her of her late father, a balding man in his early 70’s in his checked sarong and worn-out singlet walking in the garden, watering the plants and talking to his blossoming bougainvillea – part of his daily chores when he was very much alive and bouncy.
When she was a kid, her father told her that all humans produce this sound so there’s nothing to be embarrassed of; it does not and will never make any of us less human. She held strongly to that principle and grew up believing that the ability to fart is a blessing from God.

But then again, he might find it a lil bit gross, and decides that it is not suitable to be published. When that happens, I'll post it on this blog ;)

If you're wondering why

I purposely added the radio.blog although not all songs included in there are my favourites. I like 'Handzalah' very much, and since my not-so-newborn (dah lima bulan) nephew's name is Handzalah, why not put it in here right.

A good way to relax after a long day at the office - for me lah!

Ok, have a good weekend peeps! And DO NOT forget to dongak ke langit malam ini!!

tempLe girls

Ingatkan nak buat pay-per-view hehehe...kiddin'

Intro je ^__^

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“Is it still far away, Lin?” her eyes glaring with doubts.
“Just a bit more, Ivy. Keep walking, ok.” Lin assured.

They have been walking for almost an hour, guided by a torn hand-written map given by gung-gung. The only valuable possession they have left. Their only chance of learning the hidden truth, and they kept walking.

***

Synopsis:

Three girls from different generations, born and raised to read mantras and prayers for the benefit of others. Living life within a sacred compound, bound by strict rules, challenged and tinged by dreams and desires.

- Tunggu dan lihat ;D -

Tempe girl

Yester year,
It was ‘tai pau’
Last year
It was ‘moon-face’
This year
It was ‘tempe’
Still they haven’t had enough

She braved through all
She swallowed hard
Every mockery and laughter
Again and again
She smiled…

Resting her faith in
DESTINY
Should one have faith
Destiny it be

One morning she woke up
Tinged by desire
She leapt submitting to karma

Now,
It is the sprawled, straggled girl.


***

On the verge of writing The Temple Girls - a short story.

Deviated to something that might sound a lil bit careless and stupid hehehe.

I'm tired of doing nothing at the office!!

Biar Aku

Lekas senja, labuhkan tiraimu
Biar langit jingga menghadang pandang
Biar mati cicip burung yang bercenggek
Lantas sepi suasana

Mari ombak, hampir padaku
Biar basah betis keting
Biar reda api amarah
Lalu lindung aku dari mamah

Tenggelamkan aku wahai sang malam
Biar orang buta pada tangisku
Hanyutkan suaraku hai bayu
Biar mereka tuli lagi tidak endah

Tahukah kau sebahagianku
Dan aku sebahagian darimu

Walau bersua kita selalu
Bersapa salam entahkan pernah

Biar! Biar, biar.
Tenang aku bersendiri
Melagu gurindam tika diam
Aku ragui kau mengerti

Biarlah...

We're two but lovers

We’re two cobblers
Trying to mend our worn hearts
The more we tried
The bigger the holes stretched

We’re two birds
One with broken wings
The other with wounded eyes
Tho' we tried
Healing each other best
We ended up hurting ourselves most

We’re two of everything
but lovers
The more we sought for love
The even lifeless we became

Anchovies 'sardined' in tin coach

Dedicated to the anchovies' teacher and kak nana :P

***

Missed the first one
Too full!
Missed the second one
Too swift! Hey, why didn’t you stop!
Squeezed through the third one
Dazed! Giddy! What a @#$%* smell!!

Our bodies boogied to the careless rhythm – Harsh frictions vexing the dance floor – Clumsily my head knocking your arm – And then banging her shoulders – Finally, I stood there motionless

Squeeze in some more!
His eyes yelling in all directions
Let me in!
Her blazed ears begging

I stood there breathless – Legs stiffen – Toes drilled into the ground – Too afraid of losing my grip and falling down – Damn! I’m suffocating in his disagreeable odour – I’m drowning in her stinging parfum – I closed my eyes, numbing all my senses

Two more to go!
Echoed our hearts
Feet tapping, eyes rolling

It stopped at long last
Thank God, Thank God for that!
We raced out and kicked those going in
Almost stumbled, but we’re determined

The brawl today has ended – Yet tomorrow promises an even more ferocious battle – Once again, the anchovies shall leap to their defense.

Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince: A Review

I don't even know if this should be called a review, let's just assume that this is just another write-up on Harry Potter 6.

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Undoubtedly, Harry Potter has become a worldwide phenomenon striking kids, teens and adults alike. On July 16, 2005, the most anticipated book of the year, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was 'released' and the overwhelmed readers were finally able to continue their quest alongside Harry Potter in his sixth year at Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The story opens with a scene at the President's office, where Mr.President is contemplating the damages and several deaths that have mysteriously occured and seem to be impossible to be accepted by any Muggle's rational faculty (excluding those of the likes of Hermione, who has some background and hands-on experience in the wizarding world).

Unfortunately, I find the opening to be quite flat, and uninteresting. I have heard of many criticism towards this new book, thus I thought I should do justice to it and read it till the end before making any conclusion. Yet, after finishing the very last line of the sixth book of Harry Potter, I still feel that it lacks the essence of the previous books; the excitement, the curiosity, the suspense, the thrill, the fun, the laughter...All these could only suggest that matters are getting even more serious now, hence, should be handled in a serious manner as well.

I have to say that I am pretty upset with the death of yet another distinct character in this book - I will not spoil your day, for those who haven't read it to the end. However, I believe that the death will give a more solid ground for Harry Potter to fulfil the prophecy, though Dumbledore has time and again reminds Harry of the fact that it's not the prophecy that motivates him to hunt Voldemort down, but it's his love for James, Lily, Sirius, and many others.

In my opinion, the death of this character proves that Harry is expected to be more independent in the next book, and perhaps become a wiser, more experienced and stronger character as a whole.

Going back to the discussion of Rowling's style of writing in the sixth book, I guess flat is an appropriate word to sum the work in total. Not much of adventure, lack of excitement - although Harry and Dumbledore have journeyed through other beings' memories, the grip is not tight enough - except the very last part of book which comes to a conclusion with the death of another great wizard. The flatness does in many ways portray the dull, unpleasant and empty feelings stirred by the Dementors who have now joined forces with Voldemort. The flatness could also be a metaphor suggesting of a mournful event that would take place later in the story.

On whole, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince might not be as exciting as the previous books, but it has a dark twist to it and foresees an alluringly dangerous journey lies ahead for Harry and his friends.

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I hope Rowling will come up something 'grand' and 'untypical' for the finale! Hah, can't wait to lay my hands on the seventh book...if only she could write and finish the book faster, but then again, 'the longer the wine is brewed, the better it tastes" - but I don't drink any sort of alcoholic drinks - haram!!