Y.O.U

To stop thinking
about you
... Is to upset my brain
functionality
To stop loving you
is to cease breathing
To live without you
is
to

die

a

slow

death.

TodayAsInTomorrow

I am sad for everything that I am happy for today
I am missing everything that I am celebrating today
I am sick for I am well today
I am leaving but my heart belongs here
My teary eyes hold your cry
My love is left behind.

Despair, frustration and sometimes happiness

He often asks
Why did He create me this way
His feminine soul cried
His masculine eyes watery

Why am I feeling this way
His pink heart bled
His torn brain worked hard

He wept away those tears
Kept his emotions aside
Shaved the beard
Keep the moustache
He's a man again.

Rhetoric Burden

And why did she lay awake
crying under the heavy blanket?
For a beauty that one wants
but alas will never get

What beauty of such power
silencing a sound mind?
Of fairness and brilliance
that one wishes to possess
but regretfully will never have the access

Owh who shall hear the cries
other than yours and ears of mine
the One who listens to
every single buzz, thud and swish

How painful the heart is
Wishing for impossibilities
Tied down by reasoning
Fooled by own feelings.

A (good as) dead lover

I hate you because I can
in so many ways
You don't understand
and you never tried to
You only know to play
the so-called cool guy

On my birthday
I wished for a bed of roses
And a pool of love
but you being the always you
text-ed me a "happy birthday to you"

On our first date
I wished you make me feel
special
instead, I have to put words
into your dried mouth
and barren heart

When our eyes first met
You promised me
mountains of hope
and happy times
Those eyes were indeed
deceiving

At night when I lay
alone on bed
I felt like calling you
...a coward!

Am I wasting my prime
waiting for you?
Dulu, I'd say "No"
Sekarang, I don't know
as I am numb

Do I regret falling for you?
No, I thought you were the one
Yes, because you've proven to be
none

How much do I hate you?
As little as I hate my exes
and as much as I pity their
now girlfriends

Will I then die for you?
Only God have the answer.

Portraits of a black hole

This is me, looking calm
even as a baby
This is me and my best friend
...the people we used to be
This is me and my almost twin
I swear I didn't smear her picture

This is my eldest brother
looking great even when carrying his toddler
holding hands with his wife

This is me and my volleyball team
...the triumphant history

This is my youngest brother
An adorable baby
Too fast have he grown

This is me and my boyfriend
...the day we broke up

This is my first sister
She is engaged

This is my youngest sister
...and her man on her right

This is me and my family
Half of them
The other half have grown
out of the house
This was when Mama and Papa
were wrinkle-free
I was blessed with youth and acne,
Rin was yet to marry,
And Ui was a smart kid

This is my late great grandma
Uncle Gigi cried day and night
when she left
I learned then,
people will always part and cry

Today, I'm putting on
a heavy make-up
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice.

Love in our modern time

Friendship is an art of appreciation

Courtship is an art of spontaneity

Marriage is the craft of war

You gain a little, and lose a lot more.





(p/s: no offence - I'm addressing "marriage" as in the increasing number of divorce cases. I'm not against legal marriage, note that ^__^)

The dead were fortunate

They screamed in fright
They ran with force
They swam against death
They stayed afloat...
Blood-less like so many others

Babies cry
Mothers weep
Fathers lie motionless
Ashore...

Relatives and friends
Away...away...away
Swept by the tide
Buried in the floor of oceans

The living lives on
but nothing more like zombies
Dead soul, shattered heart
Eyes open wide

The cries continue still
But no more tears
Except only out of fears
No food, no shelter
No nothing...

Old folks sang through the night:
the dead were fortunate
no burden to carry on
indeed they were fortunate.

Angels on the hill

Up the hill they ran
Fearing the giant tide
Up the hill they lay
Injured, in pain and disgust

Up the hill they sat
Trying to understand, the now
barren land
Up the hill they cried
Reminded of such bleak future
Fate has brought

Up the hill they saw
An angel tending to
the wounded, the scared
curing bruised and scarred hearts
with smiles and lights of love

Angels gathered round the hill
Proving humanity exists still
Together they pondered;
the injured, the disgusted, the wounded
and the scared,
The waves carried in too many sorrows
true indeed...
and yet, it has also revealed
the angels in masques living among us

Angels on the hill
God has given you more hearts, more hands, and more smiles
Most importantly,
He has sent you to us...

Lazarus

Kau bisa buat orang percaya
Ibarat kau lahir semula
Suci tanpa cela
Putih tanpa noda

Kau bisa seru semuanya
Puja kau bagaikan santo
Katamu tersusun rapi
Perimu berhemah tinggi

Kau pandai bicara
Jadikan kasusmu, pengalamanmu
Tauladan dan sempadan
Akal dan budi

Kau bijak segala
Tapi aku lebih mengenalimu
Lakonanmu, riak wajahmu
Ku mengerti
Santo yang mereka idolakan
Pendebat yang mereka agungkan
Si Lazarus yang hidup semula
BOHONG! TIPU BELAKA!

Kisah anak raksasa dengan ultraseven

Mak raksasa: Sape suruh ko jalan macam ketam. Aku mak ko, aku raksasa, ko anak raksasa. Lain kali jangan suruh si mak ketam tu ajar ko berjalan.
Anak raksasa: Ala, mak. Bukan sengaja, derang yang suruh try belajar dengan mak ketam, maklumlah banyak garam dia makan kat laut tu.

click the link to read further ^__^

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!!