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higher form of love

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love.

your higher form of

i truly don’t deserve

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I love her pictorial experimental verse — E. E. Cummings like.

It feels so

ethereally

down-to-earth.

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March 20, 2010 at 6:08 pm

Readings@Seksan: 5th Anniversary

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Belated entry of the event last Saturday on 30th January 2010 — because I got down with a fever on that day, and procrastinating ever since.

A good crowd of readers that day: Elaine Foster, Jo Kukathas, O Thiam Chin, Kam Raslan, Bernice Chauly and Rahmat Haron.

Sharon Bakar reciting the ‘piglet’ poem about the piglet canvas, which used to be the backdrop of Readings.

Elaine Foster stomping with poetry slam — Revolution Will Not Be Televised.

Jo Kukathas and Bernice Chauly narrating a chronicle of yesteryear life in Malaya.

O Thiam Chin reading a piece from his book — Never Been Better.

Kam Raslan amused us with a piece of his sequel to Confessions of an Old Boy: The Dato’ Hamid Adventures — of perfume and the lingering nostalgia with every waft of bergamot, citrus and musk.

Rahmat Haron — mat bunga dari selambak hapak, sampah seni — with his ‘non-rebel’ art form of soundscape and ‘critical’ poetry.

And lastly, Umapagan Ampikaipakan announced BFM 89.9 Book Club akin to Oprah’s Book Club. First book to discuss: Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird.

I’ll reupload Rahmat Haron’s Keranamu Malaysia youtube video — the audio is out of sync due to codec issue. This old laptop can’t render 1080p, less it crash. Even after resizing it into 720p and 360p.

Happy 5th anniversary Readings. I enjoy the cake, the ‘giant’ curry puff and the jovial atmosphere. Cheers!

Furry Salvation

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Finally, after enduring months of emotional abuse, I made an awfully rude discovery of infidelity and pried myself away from the lie I was living. I plummeted into despair and desolation. I coaxed myself into having a need for retribution towards both my father and my former lover. Never before in my life had my soul visited such a hideous place.

Then one morning, a little bundle of fur – or lack thereof – came my way.

His name is Rebound.

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I miss my kitteh >O_o<

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January 21, 2010 at 7:36 pm

The Aerie, the Abyss and the Feisty Fräulein of Elitist and Populist

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Came across two poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson today — a majestic creature that roams the heaven and the mythological cephalopod of the pelagic Cthulhu’s R’lyeh.

Inspiring, at least in the early dazed state after the holiday slumber.

Tony Buzan recites THE EAGLE by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (practices Aikido, plays chess, mind maps the poem and haiku) — Motivating #BFMradio

Learning to Learn RT @BFMradio: Tony Buzan next on BFM 89.9 just after the 10am news!

The Eagle: A Fragment

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

— Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892), British poet. First published in 1851.

Feeling high and low, in the midst of insomniac stupor — the Cthulhu-like creature sleep: That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.

The Kraken

Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth.

— Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892), British poet. Poems, Chiefly Lyrical “The Kraken”.

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Well, hello there Miss M.

How’s Siem Reap — more importantly how’s life?

That little bird of Re-Tweet sure foul the fowl innit? Ah, run along now — my favourite fräulein of joie de vivre — I’m no where near your sanctum sanctorum (of good eat, good id and good sleep — ah, sleep).

Looking cute, au naturel — the hair, that is.

Classic!

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December 30, 2009 at 3:11 pm

And Those Who Have Never Been Wounded in Love Will Never Be Able to Say: “I Have Lived”. Because They Haven’t.

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Convention of Those Wounded in Love

Promulgated by Paulo Coelho

General provisions:

A – Whereas the saying “all is fair in love and war” is absolutely correct;

B – Whereas for war we have the Geneva Convention, approved on 22 August 1864, which provides for those wounded in the battle field, but until now no convention has been signed concerning those wounded in love, who are far greater in number;

It is hereby decreed that:

Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous, unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently, anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same for both.

Article 2 – Once struck by a stray arrow fired from Cupid’s bow, they should immediately ask the archer to shoot the same arrow in the opposite direction, so as not to be afflicted by the wound known as “unrequited love”. Should Cupid refuse to perform such a gesture, the Convention now being promulgated demands that the wounded partner remove the arrow from his/her heart and throw it in the garbage. In order to guarantee this, those concerned should avoid telephone calls, messages over the Internet, sending flowers that are always returned, or each and every means of seduction, since these may yield results in the short run but always end up wrong after a while. The Convention decrees that the wounded person should immediately seek the company of other people and try to control the obsessive thought: “this person is worth fighting for”.

Article 3 – If the wound is caused by third parties, in other words if the loved one has become interested in someone not in the script previously drafted, vengeance is expressly forbidden. In this case, it is allowed to use tears until the eyes dry up, to punch walls or pillows, to insult the ex-partner in conversations with friends, to allege his/her complete lack of taste, but without offending their honor. The Convention determines that the rule contained in Article 2 be applied: seek the company of other persons, preferably in places different from those frequented by the other party.

Article 4 – In the case of light wounds, herein classified as small treacheries, fulminating passions that are short-lived, passing sexual disinterest, the medicine called Pardon should be applied generously and quickly. Once this medicine has been applied, one should never reconsider one’s decision, not even once, and the theme must be completely forgotten and never used as an argument in a fight or in a moment of hatred.

Article 5 – In all definitive wounds, also known as “breaking up”, the only medicine capable of having an effect is called Time. It is no use seeking consolation from fortune-tellers (who always say that the lost lover will return), romantic books (which always have a happy ending), soap-operas on the television or other such things. One should suffer intensely, completely avoiding drugs, tranquilizers and praying to saints. Alcohol is only tolerated if kept to a maximum of two glasses of wine a day.

Final determination:
Those wounded in love, unlike those wounded in armed conflict, are neither victims nor torturers. They chose something that is part of life, and so they have to accept both the agony and the ecstasy of their choice.
And those who have never been wounded in love will never be able to say: “I have lived”. Because they haven’t.

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*meh*

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December 15, 2009 at 11:05 pm