Monday, August 9, 2010

SAME OLD, SAME OLD

People yell.
People lie.
People kill.

You never think you find out,
Your life is one petty existence,
All those extra miles you took,
All those extra effort you put,
Boils down to nothing,
You don’t reap what you sow,
Somebody else did,
Somebody else with bigger, better lies,
Sweet face to kiss that sweet ass,
Stretching pretence, validating consensus,
Masking corruption, suppressing suspicion,
Nobody is right in your valley of wrong,
Somehow, you rage means to defy,
When your duty is to obey,
You will be the odd one out,
When you say you don’t know,
That means you truly know,
Just so afraid to reveal your intelligence,
People might think you are different,
Because of your indifference,
They are so self-righteous,
You are so self-loathing,
They say you are disconnected,
It just so happens that you truly are,
They think you are so free,
While in fact your life is a cage,
You try to break free every day,
They say you weren’t grateful,
What to do with your petty existence,
You don’t know,
You need Peter Parker and Clark Kent combined,
To fix your broken spirit,
Let’s tear each others' pages in the book,
Let’s walk out of the closed door,
Let’s break out and be stupid enough,
You and I share the same feelings,
You and I die the same way.

THE THREE BLIND, MUTE, DEAF MONKEYS

Everytime you pick on somebody,
Her self-esteem wavers,
When you make fun of her cleft palate,
Or her dark skin,
Or her stuttering speech,
She slowly dies inside.

Everytime you pick on somebody,
His pride vanishes,
When you taunt him about his disability,
Or his limp walk,
Or his awkward stance,
He slowly rages inside.

One day,
She swallows 45 pills of paracetamol,
Nobody knows why she did it,
Her parents keep asking “Why?”,
They don’t care, no remorse, no guilt.

One day,
He gets hold of a gun,
Nobody expects him to fire all those bullets,
His teachers keep asking “Why?”,
They don’t notice, no intervention, no supervision.

He/she suffers in silence,
Their mouth shut tight for fear of ridicule,
Nobody knows they could do such a thing,
Especially when they smile in every family portrait,
Because even if they did,
Nobody listened, nobody saw, nobody spoke.

POLITICAL PUNK ROCK BULLSHIT.

Damnation. Destruction. Demolition. Annihilation.
Brainwashing. Ethnic-cleansing. Centralizing.
Power struggle. Political angle.
Money-making. Oil-taking.
Murder. Butcher. Killer.
Mass suicide.
Weapon of mass destruction.
Sensationalism.
Media domination.
Public humiliation.
War instigation.
Fornication.
Slander. Blunder.
The reality is,
Nobody gives a fuck.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

WHAT I WANT (II)

What I want IN you:

1.LOYALTY: To me and only me.
P/s: If I’m dead, you can find somebody else. I want you to be happy. I promise I won’t come back as a ghost to haunt you.

2.HONESTY: I’ll tell you everything if you want to know and I hope you can accept me, with or without all those secrets. Tell me yours too, no matter how humiliating.

3.ACCEPTANCE: All my life, I’m never thin, feminine, talkative, friendly and pretty enough. Hope you can live with all the opposite of an ideal woman.

4.CLEAR-HEADED: I’m impulsive and emotional. I need you to calm me down when I’m in one of those moods.

5.RESPONSIBILITY: If we ever had babies, and I’m in one of those moods, one of us would have to look after Ali Imran and Maryam.

6.NON-JUDGEMENTAL: If I decided to pierce another on my lobe, or add another colour, I need you to say “Hey, you look great, honey!”. But if I want too far, do stop me.

7.EQUALITY: I’m not a feminist. But I need you to understand how to treat a lady; never swear at me, never beat me, never belittle me, and never underestimate what I can do.

8.DEVOTION: I need this. Period. Because I will be head over heels for you. I won’t care what others say or think about you. But if you have somebody else, I demand you to tell me as I don’t want to be blinded by fake love and lovely lies, again.

9.ATTENTION: When we’re together, if u do stupid shits despite constant reminders, such as talking to somebody on your hp and ignoring me completely or reading newspaper while in fact you can do that at home when I’m not around or smoke when I couldn’t stand the smell; I would not reply your messages or answer your calls for at least 3 days no matter how much I miss you until you got it in your thick head the things that I hate and you promise not to do them again in the future.

10.LOVE: After you can do all the 9 things above, then you are permitted to love me, in which I will return your feelings and kindness with endless sacrifice and ultimate affection. When you are sick, I shall make chicken soup for you. When you are sad, I shall stay with you and cry with you and hug you until you push me away from you. When nobody believes you, I shall be your biggest fan, and support you and cheer you up and make you stand up on your own two feet and become your awesome self once again.

Believe me, when the whole world think you suck, I cherish you because that’s what I want you to do to me too.

WHAT I WANT (I)

What I want FROM you:

1.To say I look beautiful even though I just vomited today’s breakfast.

2.To say I look okay even though I look like shit because f the stomach cramps I’m having.

3.To say it’s okay to swallow Ibuprofen whenever I couldn’t take it anymore.

4.Tell me the lipstick, the eyeshadow, as well as the eyeliner accentuate my already prominent face.

5.Assure me it’s okay to laugh out loud at a dirty joke.

6.Sleep with me all day when I complain I don’t want to wake up, ever.

7.To think it’s okay if I mix 5 different flavours in a Big Gulp.

8.Understand my musical selection and not think I’m a devil worshipper if I listen to Manson.

9.Ok with me not wearing blouse and skirt, instead not ashamed to walk with me, when I’m wearing jeans and my favourite t-shirt.

10.Think that multi-coloured hair and multiple piercing look hot.

11.Change your phone number to Celcom if I’m using Celcom and put my number in your speed dial.

12.Keep all those soppy messages that I sent to you in my lapse of sanity moments.

13.Think that Mr Teddy is cute and not afraid to show him.

14.My/our picture as your hp’s wallpaper or laptop’s desktop.

15.Save my name in your hp as ‘syg’, ‘baby’, ‘babe’, ‘honeybunch’; whatever you want to call me- provided it is a nice name only.

16.To DEFEND me when anybody (including your family members) talk shit about me.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

If you were gay, I wish I was a man, so that you would love me.

MERRY WISHES

What I want for the Raya hols:

1.Honda City. Or Persona Elegance in Bronze Garnet. Or else, a gray MyVi Ezi would be just fine.

2.A mighty superb stereo system for my car, to accompany me during my 45 minutes drive to my workplace.

3.A full bank account. Would get my mom a new microwave and a three piece suit. My lil’ bro wants to shop at Topman and Padini; RM 500 enough, bro? And my dad would probably like a new shirt (he got ton of new shirts he never wore).

4.New body. I’m thinking liposuction. What do you guys think of a skinny ass, gentlemen?

5.Tons of new paperbacks. And wrapping paper too.

6.Dictionaries for my 1 G’s students- so they would know what ‘FIRE’ means.

7.7 course Chinese dinner for my whole family.

8.My POGP done. And endorsed by my employer.

9.My hair to be longer. Sorry hair. I cut you off everytime my dumb ass ex did something unimaginably and irreversibly stupid.

10.Complete lesson plans and activities as well as work sheets to help my students who did not even know what ‘son’ means.

11.To bring my 1 G’s students to a horse farm, so that they could really know how Black Beauty looks like.

12.To make them, my precious realize that there are more to life than Honda Wave, Arai helmets and eyeliner ------> God, help me with this T_T

13.Travel to Penang to see baby with my new car, with my mom and my dad as passengers …hehehhe

14.Somebody true, who I can have an intelligent conversation with.

15.Paid for mani-pedi-thai massage-facial combo.

16.Remember all my students’ names- where’s that photographic memory when I need it?

17.A whole new set of scarf to match with my when-am-I-going-to-get-new-kurungs. Mind you the scarves should be with diamonds and stuff.

18.Not to lose my knack for writing- critical appreciation and position papers, blogs and whatnot.

19.I’d like to try SK-II. Should I sacrifice half my salary for it? Pitera or bankruptcy for a month?

20.A good ol’ dose of ZzZzZzZz’s and DVD’s and bloghopping and beloved bubu.