A Christmas poem for my youngest brother persuant to a conversation about what everyone will be having on Christmas. The rest of us will be having turkey and stuffing and all things good and wonderful.

Ariff will be having his loner donor kebab.
Oh, how we laugh.

THE KEBAB BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Ariff was hungry for a donor kebab.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

But Ariff was sad there were no kebabs there.

His friends were nestled all snug in their bed,

While visions of kebabs danced in his head.

He looked to the left to his bro in a cap,

They both left the house hunting around for kebabs.

When out to the lawn they left in such a clatter,

An open sign on the shop down the street was a-splatter.

Away to the shopfront they flew like a flash,

Barged in through the door eyes wild, hand with cash.

The dude at the counter, kebab pack in tow

Gave a donor kebab to the hungry brown fellow.

When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,

But also a miniature packet of chips and a beer!

With a curt smile, so lively and quick,

They thought in a moment it could be a trick.

He knew that kebabs and chips weren't a game,

And he counted the bill, and then called them by name!

"Hey Ariff! Hi, friend! Kebab, chips and a beer!

Only five pounds fifty since you're regulars!

No extra charge! And you too, Paul!

Now eat away! Eat away! Eat away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

Ariff bit into the kebab and lo, he did cry.

"DIS DONOR KEBAB IS THE BEST SHIT EVER.

WHO NEEDS A GIANT TURKEY, AND STUFFING AND GRAVY, WHATEVER!"

They sprang off their seat, to kebab bro a wave,

The shop was open today, indeed a close shave.

As they heard him exclaim, ‘ere they walked out of sight,

"I'M CLOSED TOMORROW, LADS, HAPPY CHRISTMAS, GOOD NIGHT!"

The Tao of Sha:
(Of which there are five -- Nothing more, nothing less)

Food:
Food is for sustenance, enjoyment, bonding.
Food is culture, limitless experimentation, trial, error, experimentation.
Food is understanding and acceptance of any differences within the confines of ones life.

Friends:
No man is an island.
No man exists in perpetual aloneness.
No man is devoid of company.
But when a person discovers a group he or she is meant to be around and keep in company for as long as he or she can, know that experience and knowledge is only there for both personal and communal gain.

Music:
Notes, stanzas, words, chords, mixing, understanding, amalgamate of amazement. Without sound, without motion, be it kinetic or vibrations, life cannot exist.

Drink:
Impetus for change, for thought.
Aqua Vitae or Liquid courage it matters not.
Passion, adventure, thought and the line of imagination.
To be without is to be devoid of humour and fun but to have too much and without fear of consequence is to forget oneself and to become oblivion.
Hydration is key.

Travel:
Open oneself to the world at large, away from ones creature comforts, ones safe zones.
Arbitrary is the feeling of being kept.
Adventure keeps the spirits alive.

My Friend Is Jeebus (Because I Said So)

I had to write on Wen's wall:

"Can I call you Jesus? You've the Jesus birthday... I'll call you jesus, then you can bless my alcohol, my wheels, my ass and my cats. Amen."

The bad news is, now she likes it and wants it sung as her birthday present.

The worst news is I am REALLY bad at making up happy random songs and then singing it.

But I'll try.

My Friend Is Jeebus (Because I Said So)

A fine Thursday afternoon,

On a shopping mall excursion,

Shir Wen had called me on the phone,

For musical diversions.

I ran through all my contacts,

within seconds in my head,

But that is all irrelevant

In my cranium all was said...

Can I call you Jeebas? You've the Jeebas birthday... 

I will call you jeebas, 

then you can bless my alcohol, my wheels, my ass and my cats. 

You can bless them any day

Amen.

Her birthday's on the twenty fifth

Of the last month every year

That's the same day the Jeebas was born

That much was oh, so clear.

Does that make her like Jeebas, then?

I guess that's likely true

She does have some pretty cool superpowers

Like making random shit look cool.

So,

Can I call you Jeebas? You've the Jeebas birthday... 

I will call you jeebas, 

then you can bless my alcohol, my wheels, my ass and my cats. 

You can bless them any day

Amen.

Okay, no, maybe she can't save you from diseases

And she doesn't have a beard.

But dress her up in sandals and a robes,

She's all Messiah-like, ya heard?

Go Shir Wen,

As Jeebas,

Go Shir Wen,

As Jeebas,

Go Bless things,

In robes-es,

Then use your Grum in Proses.

*grum solo*

The end.

hahahahahahahahahahhahaha...

All I can say right now is "Eugh". Raya is in a week. I have a mountain of things to do. I am also very thankful for the mountain of things to do since it keeps me occupied.

Super simple obligatory Raya Poem 2012

Maaf Zahir and Batin,

Parents, siblings, bibik and cat.

Aunties, Uncles,

Grandmas and Grandad.

Friends and exes,

Enemies.

Those I've hurt without knowing.

Those I've cut off for my sanity.

Again,

Maaf Zahir and Batin.

Hahahaha... Yes, that's it for this year.

Out of 29 things I have on my bucket list, I've done 7. I am super pleased.

AgIdeas is a design forum that's coming up pretty soon and I have to go for it. It's between the 21st to 25th of May and although I know who the speakers are, each address will be good to listen to!

Aaaaaanyway,

TAF was non-hectic, which is a good thing! I forgot to assign photographer. :| Too busy talking at the food table. The opening of De Alleyway was good too! YAY FREE STUFF hahahahhaha...

I turn 25 tomorrow

Ode to a quarter.

Don't complain,

Don't moan,

Don't bitch,

Don't groan.

No snark,

No hark,

No tiddlies,

No barks.

Find love,

Find work,

If you can,

Don't smirk.

And furthermore...

Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

Esok,
Leftovers for meals the whole day and rewriting and revising my French things, get someone to help me stick up posters, buy BluTack.

Ugh, sneezed and bit my tongue. Oh, the pain.

Dear boyfriend/husband, I have a song for you. sing it in tune to Row Your Boat...

Dig, dig, dig a hole,
That is your own grave,
Go and say all the wrong things,
You will not escape...

Sincerely,
Women.

Mash potatoes.
In my tummy.
Uni work
Very not funny.

I want to slack
but I cannot.
For when tomorrow,
I have got

Two submissions
and a headache
work unending
Feel like a nenek

Head so scattered
And so bleh
I wish I could
just say 'meh'

But kenot lah
I hear you moan
So I sit here
And I stone.

____________________________________
By the way, I found the timelapse by Kostas (I call the fella Luigi cos he looks like a Luigi)


Art Installation Timelapse - The Tape Project Melbourne. 7 days, 3 cameras

WOOOOOOOO!
Please go to the link to see a bigger version of it...
(http://reels.creativecow.net/film/venice-timelapse)

Oh! Random happy nonsense poem for you!

Falling through,
mists,
hazy balls of rain,
Incoherence.

Wind swept hair,
cold summer breeze,
rushing,
Smiling.

All is well
And good.

SUDDEN

Grating,

Your words impede me.

They cause me hurt.

On the sly,

lack of trust,

torturous.

Watch as it pushes me away.

Observation,

Aggravating the sleeping tiger.

The sleeping dragon.

Those sharp, sharp knives.

Realise that they will cut you.

Deep.

Bloody lines.

I just finished re-watching the 1995 make of Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility... Oh, I do so love period shows. Also, the inside of my head sounds like old English which is hilarious and uncommonly proper. Uncommonly.

I was awestruck at how a lazy Sunday of movie-watching and slacking about was quite the contrary to other denizens of the internet, or thus had they proclaimed. So much trouble brewing in he air, so much hate and disdain. Then tonight, I read on one of my friend's status updates her proclamation.

"There should be no room for hate in this world."

To which I replied and have since decided to continue responding in prose.

Hate
Contempt
Lies
False accusations.

A tool for the tool,
Society and her ill-will.
Harm.

The deceit
A slow and debilitating disease.
A rash form of death.
Of decay.

Poor form.
Poor, poor form.

No sooner I,
I'd rather a knife on my side.

A bludgeon to the head.

Morbid and Concise.

The actual wound.

Poem time!
This time with a piece I call...

Sensorium

Audio.

Stimulus.

Euphoric sensory fluctuations

Occurring.

It's happening,

It's emotional, it's awe, it's raw.

It takes you away.

Lights,

Sounds,

Harmonies,

Dissonance.

Nuances of beauty and structure,

Floaty, flighty and free.

Light and devoid of trouble.

Contrasting, inspiring,

Explosions that make the heart race,

The heart skips,

The heart loses a beat,

A brain that suddenly releases its grip on reality.

Your eyes perceive,

your ears hear,

your mind wanders into the murky waters of uncertainty.

You make music.

The colours titillate,

The beats entice,

Your foot taps the ground,

Fingers rapping the surface.

Lips that pucker up.

Inhale,

Exhale.

Sound.

Cosmic Vibrations.

_________________________________________

I feel all tingly inside, a sudden burst of joy. Unimaginable what simple music construction can do to a weary soul.

It's been long since the last bout of poeticity...

In Adequacy

Sarcophagus of silence,

Alone,

Pondering,

Sit staring into darkness the quiet weeps insignificant,

reverberations of adequacy,

Inadequacy,

Thoughts of imperfections,

Minuscule but triumphant.

A hole,

Deep,

Meaningless an abyss of disrepair,

Of self reflection.

Reflection?

Refraction of soul

Askew,

Deliberate,

Callous,

Distant.

Sharp intangible knives,

Stabbing a pain,

The fourth vertebrae.

Collapse,

The ego collapses,

No longer immune.

The sticks,

The stones.

They consume the corpse,

Falls into disregard,

Ignored.

Broken.

But never forever so she awakens.

____________________________

I'm rather pissed at myself for an idiot week. This feeling is awful. Someone cauterise it so that the bleeding stops and I can be genuinely happy.

I'm posting lots of crazy on my twitter right now, sounds like I have the crazies.

Questions off Na's blog from HERE I will answer.

1. Five ways to win my heart:
  - Make me laugh
  - Nerd/Geek out with as much fervour as I do
  - Be nice to the waiter.
  - RESPECT MY FAMILY as I respect yours, don't be a douche.
  - Read me like a book

2. Something I feel strongly about:
  - A sense of self. Who you are is not defined by your religious faith, your political views, or your skin colour. Who you are is defined by your thoughts, passion for the things you do, your interests, the people you surround yourself with and most importantly, your self respect.

3. A book I love:
  - Will always be my first love, when I decided that this was the genre that would forever captivate me. Tom Holt's Odds and Gods. When you can do a piss-take and get people to laugh.

4. Bullet my whole day?
  - If I had to bullet my whole day? >> Be occupado.

5. Things I want to say to my ex:
  - Thank you. You have no idea how much whatever you did meant to me.

6. Views on mainstream music.
  - I hate it. yes, HATE.

7. Five pet peeves:
  - Tardiness
  - overly emotional people
  - parents who cannot control their children
  - jealous types
  - Not winning

8. What I ate today:
  - A burger from Grill'd. I miss the nice 8 ringgit burger at Taman Permata.

9. How important I think education is:
  - Finish college. You need college if only for the people you meet and the friends you make because they're the ones who secure your future. Not a piece of paper that says how good you were in your exams. Learn to accomodate.

10. 10 songs playing on shuffle:
  - Soundgarden's Holy Water
  - Soundgarden's Down On The Upside
  - Arctic Monkeys' Secret Doors
  - Greenday's Minority
  - Epica's version of Stabat Mater Dolorosa (From Stabat Mater-Giovanni Battista Pergolesi)
  - Amy Macdonald's This Is The Life
  - Slipknot's Tattered and Torn
  - Skindred's Tears
  - Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive
  - Chevelle's Peer

11. My family:
  - is worthy of their own sitcom.
    My father (Ayah Awesome), my hero, so inappropriate, foot-in-mouth-disease, speaks his mind, loving, cracks super lame dad-jokes/puns.
   My mother (Enda Awesome), our balance, she frets for us when we don't for ourselves, she then moves on to fret for everyone else just because she can, itchy-butt cannot keep still, gave birth to me so hello? Imagine if that never happened?
  My siblings, so different like a bunch of highschool stereotypes. I can't imagine life without them. It would be pretty quiet and uneventful.

12. Five guys I find attractive
  - By simple physical features and not including personality types... my studio lect with chinhair, Luca with chinhair, Christian Bale with chinhair, Jason Momoa with chinhair, Gerard Butler because he's a man's man. I'm starting to see a common theme here... Chinhair. omigosh.

13. My opinion on my body and how comfy I am with it:
  - I love my body but a few days a month it goes apeshit and I can't do anything about it. :(

14. What I wore today:
  - Jeggings (I can't belive I used that word), black long sleeved shirt and a Ripcurl hoodie, flipflops.

15. My zodiac and if it fits my personality:
  - Aries Fire Rabbit, Hell to the yes.

16. Something I always think 'What if...' about:
  - What if i didn't have SMA 3? how different would I be?

17. Something that I'm proud of:
  - At the moment, Tape Melbourne. In general, I live in another country.

18. A problem that I've had:
  - I was a problem child. You figure that out yourself.

19. Five items I lust after:
  - Ibanez Iceman
  - Better computer
  - Canary Yellow Cobra Mustang Convertible 2003 with Bose soundsystem and black leather interior.
  - Amazing soundsystem
  - My own apartment

20. My fears:
  - Heights but I'll conquer that soon.
  - Losing my family

21. How I hope my future will be like:
  - Just like I imagine it would be because I'll make it happen.

22. My academics:
  - Great enough to get me through to the next checkpoint.

23.Something that I miss:
  - MY CAT :(

24. Five words or phrases that make me laugh:
  - Ich bin Berliner (Which means I am a donut haha)
  - NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!
  - Theo Van DOUCHEBAG
  - Meow
  - What? Huh? What? What?...

25. Something I'm currently worrying about
  - Uni work. I feel horrid about it and I feel like I need a slap in the face. Meh.

26. Things I like and dislike about myself:
  Like - I'm awesome
  Dislike - I procrastinate

27. A quote I try to live by:
  - "Anything you can do I can do better..." Annie Get your Gun.

28. Somewhere I'd like to move to or visit:
  - EVERYWHERE

29. Five weird things that I like:
  - Manly Chinhair on my men and I don't care that it scrapes my face.
  - Sour things
  - Heavy Metal
  - Angry Stand-up Comedy
  - Old Musicals

30. One thing I'm excited for:
  - I'm always looking forward and am excited for the life I am working towards.

Obligatory Annual Raya Poem (Yes, This Is The Title)

Raya is here again,
I wanted to play this on the uke.
I still don't know the chords,
Which means it won't be played on it la.

Puasa in Melbourne is alright,
From dawn to dusk is short,
Also the food is not that great
Which is why lapar pun boleh forgot.

I really miss KL
and my family and friends and cat
Because there's no free food here
And there's open house still at my flat.

This raya poem is so bad
But I can't be bothered to fix it
I have poetic licence
So you can just suck it.

Maaf Zahir and Batin.

For Whom It Tolls

I've so mellowed out it's not funny.
I can feel myself curling up into a comfy shell.
Sated but rather alone.
Alone.
Not really miserable...
Until something in the apartment stops working.

I am almost self sufficient.
No.
I am...
... Benevolent...
... Omnipotent...
Oh, who am I kidding.

Where is he?
Or she?
Where is my insanity?
My foothold,
My cuckold,
My comfort.

I feel nothing.
I feel excitement for others
I feel sad for myself for feeling excited for others.
I feel so much convoluted knots.
Tied up in my own consciousness,
A revery of questions and self discovery.

What is this?
Why am I feeling it?
For whom is it?
Is there none for whom this bell tolls.

A travelling satellite I feel I've become.
No celestial body with enough mass for any pull.
Gravity, thou art a sodding bitch.
A bastard child of laws.

Here I sit,
And ponder,
And question,
And stare into the eerie glow of the computer screen.
I sidle back into my home in my head.
Man, what a cop out.

Delayed Gratification

An everywoman

The everyman

The poet

The pauper

The king.

The youth,

An abundance,

What is wanted,

Now,

Here,

Fast.

The wait that was once done

No more

Nevermore.

We do not wait for those things,

They wait for us.

For us,

So long,

So far,

 Unchanged.

We change,

We wane,

We slack.

And hack-

And hack-

And hack.

Our soul consumed

An eternal fire of complications.

We cannot wait.

Procrastination,

Tardiness,

General ignorance to time.

But we cannot wait.

We want

We want

We need

We want.

Nevermore the waiting game.

Summary: In light of the youth's inability to process delayed gratification (as well as other more important things in life), we're all fucked.

Second Best

Thoughts furiously enter my conscious mind,

One after another,

A flurry,

A flood,

Questions,

Unanswered,

Madness in constant motion,

Searching,

No replies,

Only turmoil,

A deconstruction,

Shattered glass from a high pitched scream,

Deep dark abyss.

A difference in pressure,

The irrelevant,

A wall that breaks the waves tumbles down,

Down,

Down,

Down,

Met by a resistance of the highest calibre,

Threatened,

Confounded,

The undeniable stench of insult to injury,

The unequivocal benevolence of disgust,

Distraught in misdemeanour,

I sit,

My eyes glaze over in effect,

My thoughts still zooming at the speed of light,

My coping mechanism takes over.

My fingers move swiftly across the levers of life,

Pushing,

Pulling,

Pressing buttons,

Watch with baited breath.

Explosions?

Or a sea of calm?

Or an unceremonious shudder in the fabric of existance?

Self efficacy still an inherent trait,

Never back down,

Never give up,

Stand your ground and fight.

Fight.

Fight.

I do not fight.

Disappointment encapsulates my being.

The rut that needs to be climbed out of.

Someone hand me a rope, 

A ladder,

Anything,

The piercing stares of the dark,

The deafening silence.

The Stocks, They Plummet.

It's the feeling you get

It's that bad taste in your mouth

The disappointment

When things start going South.

Your tummy stops churning

The butterflies are dead

You're left with a blank stare

Wanting a blank slate.

It's long,

the banter

the guise

no further.

Adieu, adieu, auf wiedersehen.

Hahaha... drama minggu ini.
Note to self: for future ref, please refer to same date on secret bloggy.

Oh, it seems I have not labelled all my posts with Poems and haikus with any labels so later, when I'm less busy, I will start labelling all posts with poems and haikus under 'poeticity'. No such word literally exists. I just made it up.

I might continue this later today but in the mean time,
GOOOOOOOD MORRRNIIIIIIING!
*huge carebear hugs*

Oh my god, NAK!

http://www.shewee.com/newstore/
or
http://whizzy4you.com/index.htm for the disposable one...

Means I can pee standing up! YAY! OMG YAY!
Wait... that means I have to bring sanitary ladywipes everywhere.
Which is good cos some places don't have a bidet.
Also, it beats sitting on icky toilets. ickyyy...

Oh, and quick update...
David H. said "Absolutely we can take her. It would be an honor to have aishah w us."
Consider my ego stroked.
I start work on the 25th, icebreaker's on the 23rd.
I wonder if getting a real job would be this quick?

MANEE IN MY BANK SO MAAACH MAHNEEE YAAAYYY.

Holy shit, looking back at some photos, gotta say, the Oyster Party was the shiiiizzz!
hahahahaha...

HAIKU TIME!

Life at a standstill

being chucked into the pool.

And I say: AGH NO!

Goooooood morning.

These might be one of those multiple posts day...
Might.

Class in an hour
I've got to run and shower
Then to the college I go
And do my portfolio.

The racking in my brain
Is making me insane
I'm using my imaginary telepathy
To send out brain messages to talk to me.

In retrospect is kind of silly
I couldn't do that for really
A single thing with no base
Therein lies the cluttered head-case.

When I was young

The revolution of the world

Spun, oh, so slow.

Too slow was it for the likes of small feet

Running around on the pavement of days long gone.

When the world was young

There saw no worries,

No creases between the brows.

No bruises nor battered wounds

Not one hair dishevelled

On the face of the world that was green with youth.

Now the lines between realities are blurred

So sad

So deafening

The sounds of hatred,

Fear,

Disillusionment.

The time passing feels like an eternity

When in truth it was but a few hours.

Dawn to dusk the ebbs and flows

The definitive bridge collapses with abandon.

No longer the joy is felt

Replaced with sorrow so bitter,

No more the sweet nectar of life

Taken over by the stench of death and decay.

The horror,

The horror,

The horror.

Now I have grown

Into a world so vile

So corrupt.

There may lay some hope left

But the hope weeps in the face of illness and discontent.

I lie here,

Face down on the scarring cement

Elbows and knees scraped by the harsh realities

Waiting,

In shock,

Should there be someone out there,

Do away these sharp pains,

Pick me up from this shallow existence,

Help me,

Please.

Yeah, I'm deep.

All I need is an all black outfit and a black beret, now.

Also, a police car with sirens blaring made an undignified stop in front of the speed bump (in front of my house) which resulted in a 'thunk' sound.