6 Minit Di Dalam Oven, 6 Kaki Di Bawah Bunga

2200 on a jaded rainy Monday

Selang berkalendar kulit tidak bersentuh
Gelap kenit riangmu di bawah bumi
Kami jauh di dalam dunia, sekelip terjatuh
Antara kali telefon di tangan itu musuh
Kerana bunyi sayu tiba -
Cantik tetapi hancur, kerna rapuh macam pastri

Bukan hanya kami akur tetapi luluh diiring air lega
Nafaskau lepas, namun diwaktu proses NIPIS
Mengapa tiada kata kau menunggu binasa?
Susah? Atau tidak perlu simpati tulisan perskripsi doktor?
Walhal senyummu buat itu tak masuk akal, Kempis

Kosa kata ikhlas gelak kau dari hati yang bersih
Seperti pantai private dibalik batu-batu Pantai Sura yang hitam
Alif dengan palet warna, itu kau, berwarna tetapi jernih
Goresan tangan membuka pintu oven roti yang kau kasih
Karma putih pasir dan dari deru ombak meniup setiap malam

Aku marah kerana kami tidak patuh, kami semak
Terlalu leka berbau herba dan demi glace dan karot dan daging
Jin dan syaitan dapur; yang minum dan yang warak
Kami tunggu kad khawin mu, parti, dan cukur jambul anak-anak
Yang tiba dan yang memanggil, yang menunggu air mawar -
dan tanah kering

Kekadang terbayang, tergilis, tertanya terpikir apa yang tinggal
Fragmen seperti recap siri TV zombi dan puntianak diawal episod
Manis gigi, coretan dan personaliti prihatinmu yang nakal
Babak curi ayam dan fresh cream mahal dan  framboise dicuri untuk bekal
Haha
Untuk sesetengah kami butir-butir itu mainan buih-buih tiup
Hehe
Tapi  untukku recap itu cukup sampai setengah cerut



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RIP Suffian Razak, our sweetheart
"Kau salah satu daripada semua kami, daripada satu kami"

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Listening To: Lana Del Ray - Ride

Can He Have 2 Popcorns Please?

1425 on a useless & hungry Saturday afternoon

I'm sitting here sippin' apple juice
Malboros in one hand, pen in the other
We've had our fights then hug to a truce
Pause our demons inside, Hades too proud to bother

'O-faith don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line'
Hand-in-hand we take a bow
Our bosses at a sneer -
He drinks a pint

Your Thai accents make me laugh
Now I don't need anything to get me high
You're my double dipped dark chocolate rainbow
We kiss and make simple love
With scratches in the sky

Sparkle has changed its colored rays -
So much -
What was an aurora of a whirlwind
Now a sexy delicate breeze -I'm reinvented
Like a 1945 berry bouquet bunch -
We're to marry at a lake- U're invited
And we'll swim in Byzantium's admiral coves

Dance by the sea and fuck like Ariel & Prince Eric
I've never been so crazy in love
Now Honey Boo & the souls trafficked,
Lets drop the reservations
And make this one epic.


Listening To: Dance Gavin Dance - Carl Baker

Chirozo & Wildflowers Galore !

1452 on a drizzling, confusing Friday

Mr Daylilie'- you inspire me last night, to write

And like the Monday before, I ponder -

U come to me with Paninis in sight

And how would I be, if not conditionally flustered.

Of baby peas and pork chops, honey you're different

Like a Beluga, yet handsome; priceless with your wishes

And its all of you that's a stiff glowing flagrant

When you speak your thoughts out loud

Your muscles swing your heartbeat slowly eases

Be happy and merry Love, let's maybe dance a little

Your talented fluidity, it keeps me at a boggle,

Smile baby, and let loose, I know deep down you're brittle

Like a rhubarb tartan mat, you're a tangy one, with two happy dimples

So stop the regret my Calendula, u're like a melody in a playful song

Its the reverse of your Sleight of Hand that she's doing wrong

So concentrate, map out yourself, you're dearly fantastic !

Like that one time, in band camp, '

You jumped, and I know, You felt Majestic.

Listening To: Countdown - Beyonce

Ballade' Pour Mon Sucre'

1647 hours on a hot, tired Monday

Sugar you make my Glass palette colorful
Your passions are vulgar but yet a heart-full

My tinglings do the samba, being that close to you

Padadadapalala with a piano beat, really, its true!

I will pour myself into the glass for you

With shots of Grenadine and BL boo

By the end of night we'll be eccentric love fools

Rock yourself to this, coz this is a re-do.

The cake is in the oven-popped hot for you

Lets wing this and have fun, au moment', impromptu

If it feels right, but lets only if you want to

I will show you Peiraikos, a life so spectacularly good

Im locked and loaded Sweets, just waiting for you.

But what we are now is just wonderful

And id like if it just stays like this, vivid and playful.

Listening To: One Note Spanish Flea - Sergio Mendes

I Really Thought Its 2012 Already.

Thursday, June 11th 2011

0446 hours

andddddd it isnt. haha .

With this in mind, I have decided to start blogging again. just felt like it.

Shaklee's Sommerset Soup

Cars pass by

No I don't have one

People are sly

I feel like I'm done

I'm tired of just knowing why

Its now all plain and yellow

Cigarettes and booze don't help to find

The urge so strong, the post so mellow

There are skies of desire and fire rays of the sun

So help me Mr.Pencil so bad I do want

To bleed myself dry and cook myself bummed

Lets escape this grid and Im'ma be valiant

To fall free and play among priests

Nothing like gods as they do speak

I would go anywhere and just let live

So pray for me Dad , and Mum, let me do this.

Listening To : Jill Scott & George Benson -Summertime

Groove Tonight

2100 hours
27th April 08

well i tought it was gonna be just that, coming back to Subang that is.... but disbabkan kerana on the last return, my dad had said.....

" you balik but you only spend time, most of it with your friends, i think ibu, myself, adik adik semua feel a little bit left out..you should've spent more time with us..."

which brought me from 7th heaven, straight to the pits of terrained hell. but the shittiest thing is, as a "Oh! I love my famil sooo much" kinda girl, hell, that was true. i didnt even have ONE reason to back myself up. macam sial tau.

so this round, im back in SJ, and i haven't pulled the news to anyone ! I came back with suprise, (Dayysss earlier than i told mum i would and heck, it was 8am on a sat'day mornin hehe). i made the decision not to tell sape sape i was jetting back for 3/4 of a week ....

but i've never loved balikking so much !

hehe petang tadi, kita 6 orang adik beradik main PS ramai ramai, shouting and screaming at each other (console nya 2, player nya 5. that is-6 minus Amie yang asyik makan karipap je), and also at Crash Bandicoot. i hadn't remember the last time we even sat together!

then i went over to Subang Gramps, poor nenek, lost half of her left leg to kencing manis (god help her.) and it was nice talking to her too. i didnt talk much tho, i guess i was still in ketidakpercayaan yang my nenek Som, who walked me to Al-Quran classes and masjid events i didnt wanna go to is now on a wheelchair. she pulls,covers her now half leg with het kaftan everytime i look at her . i dunno wther to be sad, to sympathize, to like...i just sat bersimpuh there, watching her talk... picturing her in full suit, doing what she did best when she was at my age, lompat bergalah, and being Kebaya Beauty Queen of god knows where. Hmm. Life sucks.

thirdly, its weird. not seeing my Hasrul for 2 days straight. gosh, we're like belangkas at ITM. i see him like, everyday.
it doesnt feel quite bad, a little sad, a dash of miss and a hint of lust...but im not sure !

what am i ? losing my touch? my supervillain power to feel? am i going inhumane?

god, im beat.

Listening to : Eric Clapton's Tears of Heaven

Pisturesque Galore

1110 hours
09th March 08



this is what my study table looks like.

tu jelah sekarang.. kelas at the lab dah nak habiss... hehe
chiow.

Listening to: Soledad-Pian nyanyi hehe