Friday, November 28, 2008

Bad People

the call

hello. i have something to tell you.

what is that?

i was robbed last night.

what? you're kidding me.

no. and they punched me too.

where did it happen? what time?

last night around 1am. after reaching the house, when i came out from the car to open the gate, 4 guys suddenly appeared. they tried to force me back to my car.

that's so scary. why came home so late?! didn't i tell tell you last night not to stay out so late?! you never listen. are you okay? what did they took from you?

my wallet, 2 handphones and... my car. luckily i managed to run away. one guy get hold of my singlet, the white coloured one that you gave me, the quality is so lousy. it was torn off so easily. i run and run half naked.

oh!

i got so many bruises. i squeezed myself into the drainage and hide there. i came out after awhile and jumped into the gate in one of the houses here and asked for help. i was so scared but the auntie won't let me in. she called the cops.

oh so bad. did you see a doctor already?

yes, nothing serious just bruises.

anything you want me to do?

no. i'll see you this weekend, okay?

okay.

i'll call you back later.

okay, let me know if there's anything you need.

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how can they do this to him?! he is harmless!
motherfuckers! bastards! scums of the earth!!!


it was one of those moments when i wish i have superpowers like peter petrelli. no, like sylar, i'm gonna tracked them down those assholes, cut their heads half and scatter their brains around...


its a package: the superpowers come with this looks...

no, i will be jessica (hmmm... am not sure if that's a good idea... they will certainly wet their pants off, either because they are petrified or because they will be laughing like hyenas, when they see me in drag...



jessica in disguise.. bad boys, bad boys what's you gonna do if i come for you...

those motherfuckers.. i'm gonna gorge their eyes, chop off their hands and feet and pull out their tongues. but i will let them live, make them suffer for the rest of their miserable lives.
(i think i've watched too much heroes)

the world is full of bad people.......


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Poem #2

strange noises inside



The hoarse creaky voice
calling names of long departed folks.
Conversations with the unseen,
her eyes can only see black.

Complaining of strange loud noises,
perhaps the echo of the clink of the past
become louder as the trees grows taller,
her ears can only hear whispers.

Mumbling to the silent god,
asking for the trickle of days.
Is it the allure of the flowers or
the fear of what’s lurking on the other side
that nudges her to plead?
She’s eighty-five.

Then god must have decided enough,
the unseen guests ready to depart,
the sounds have faded at last
and the flames of the burning candles
in her room dance
in an eerie hush.

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I once stayed in a house and there's this very old lady (the landlord's mom), she can't hear and see much. she's always praying and we can hear her talking inside her room to people whom, one of her grandchildren that takes care of her said, were all long dead....
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Monday, November 24, 2008

A Boy's Life



I met a boy. It was during one of those school breaks when I went back to my hometown to spend the holidays. A polite, goodlooking boy who's talking with an American accent, he was in our house when I arrived home. He always hang out in our house. He was my sister's friend, they were both fifteen. He grew up in the US. He and his siblings came back to our hometown to stay for awhile. Except for casual chats, I would usually just leave them alone. End of the break, went back to the university and that was the last time I saw of him.

It's one of those lazy afternoon, when I stumbled upon a website put up by some of my townfolks. In the forum, there was this lady who is pouring her heart out, about his son, about how good he was, a mother reminiscing. A mother trying to hold on to the memories that will always be the comfort for the rest of her life. It is her son's 10th year death anniversary. Then I realized her son's name is very familiar. It was the boy who was always at our our house many years ago. And I felt a cold chill, a feeling of sadness, I didn't know the boy has passed away after all these years.

After staying for a year in our hometown, he and his siblings went back to the US. Just a few days later, he met an accident. A speeding van hit him while crossing the street, he was killed in an instant. When everything seems so full of promise, a boy's life was taken away. Death comes sometimes when you least expected it. In my mind, he will always be the smiling boy I met many years ago and he will remain forever be that boy.

"Because I could not stop for Death

He kindly stopped for me

The Carriage held but just Ourselves

And Immortality." - Emily Dickinson

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Poem #1

the world according to a carp*


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one lunchbreak i just feel the urge to write something and came up with below, the first poem i've ever written.. :-D
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i swim round and round,
the water full of slime.
in a hole dug in the ground
with moss as green as lime.

words won't form in my mouth,
with eyes that will not blink.
i just spit bubbles in my spout,
and water i constantly drink.

i should'nt end up in the frying pan
because im not fit for lunch.
but to brighten my master's pond
and for kids to gawk and glance.

if i jump up in the air,
would i grow wings and soar?
if i crawl to the earth,
would i grow lungs and roar?

do all creatures live like me,
are they contented with their lot,
confined in a place they'd rather not be,
swimming until its time to rot?
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*title ripped-off from John Irving's novel The World According to Garp, which i read back in highschool :)
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the house of pleasure

the rude awakening

ahh, ahh, ahh, a lady's loud moans of ecstacy, the creaking of the bed being abused and the faint chok chok chok sounds coming from the adjacent room awaken us in an early sunday morning.

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last night
after making the rounds looking for a hotel to stay the night, we finally found a room in a cheap decrepit hotel that has seen better days.
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this room looks dirty, i'm not sure if i wanna sleep in that bed.

there's no other choice, we are lucky to have this.

okay, just for 1 night.

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we were staring at each other for sometime trying to figure what's the noise all about.

they are fucking.

see, this hotel is meant to find prostitutes. remember the guy last night trying to be friendly to us, he's a pimp.

he thought we were interested for girls....






Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Pug

best friend


i wanna have a dog.

yeah, i want too. i want a pug like frank in men in black.

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after countless visits to petshops, called up breeders.... no pug puppy. some told us their dogs haven't made babies yet...

finally, at a petshop in jb...

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hey look! a pug puppy. so cute!

lady shopkeeper said: there were three of them. his brother and sister were just taken a couple of days ago.

we want him!

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so what do we wanna call this cute little fella?

axton.






axton and the magic green ball


axton and the giant green crododile


bedtime


getting chummy with the wonderful auntie who helps take care of axton
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i'm scared


blehhkkk
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fat boy sleep

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Kulai

at the temple

let the monk tell your fortune.

nope, i prefer not to be influenced by that. if he tell me nice things, it will just give me false hopes. if he say bad things, i will be concerned unnecessarily.

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he gave me numbers to buy. he said a lot of people already won and they usually come back to say thanks.

what are the nos.?

i can't tell u.

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the night after
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the monk lied to me!

did he tell you when this nos. will come out? it will probably hit if you buy that non-stop for the next fifty years.....












godzilla visited the temple too
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the writings on the wall
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Manila

a night in malate

look at that young boy & girl selling flowers. can we give them something?

yes, here i got some more change.

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while we were walking, the boy catched up with us and handed out a stalk of red rose..
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hey, the boy gave me a rose! the kids are so nice...



eat eat eat












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happy-looking flowers
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sad-looking tree
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hail mary, full of grace...

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Malacca

jonker walk

what do u wanna have for lunch?

assam laksa.

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we've been here last night. do we really have to come again? damn, its so hot!

gee.. people are queuing up under the noon sun. you go ahead, i'm not gonna queue up there. we will be sweating before we can have our turn plus the laksa would make us sweat more.

we are in malacca. this is what we supposed to do!

oh you go ahead.

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so how do you find the chicken rice balls?

terrible!

i think we should go back to kl now.....






the ruins by the roadside


glowing balls


a walk under the pink glow

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Desaru

a relaxing weekend at the beach

its so quiet, seems like we are alone here in the beach.

no, i saw four girls in the chalet next to ours.

okay i guess it would be safe then. robbers would probably be more interested with the girls.

how sure are you?...