Tuesday, November 25, 2003

This one is for Yasmin

Ucapan dihantar lambat sehari,
Janganlah Cik Yasmin susah hati.
Bukan niat saya nak diam diri
Ataupun lupakan rakan sejati.

Usahlah sedih dihari raya,
Senyumlah dah bergembira.
Salam Lebaran ucapan saya,
Ampun dan maaf dipinta.

Sunday, November 23, 2003

Hari Raya Wishes For My Friends (In Malay)

Can't provide the subtitles, so don't bother reading if you don't understand. It's just he same message I smsed you guys. Just decided to put them here in case you guys delelted it. Heh

To Ain :
Kad raya sudah diterima,
Nak balas tak sempat pula.
Namun, ku tetap ucapkan selamat beraya
tapi melalui sms aja lar ya?

To Ramzi :
Kad raya telah diberimu,
hanya tinggal kad raya ku.
Kalau nak hantar cara orang dulu,
habislah raya lalu.
Jadi Salam Lebaran buatmu,
melalui sms, teknologi baru.

To Hafidz :
Selama kita bersahabatan
Pasti ku membuat kesilapan
yang telah meyinggung perasaan.
Jadi, sempena lebaran
ku pohon kemaafan
dah persahabatan
yang berkekalan.

I can't remember the rest. Hah. So anyway, to those I have not smsed yet, Merry Raya from me to you. Forgive all the wrong doings I have done that might have hurt your feelings in one way or another.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Slither

There comes the metallic snake
Clinking and clanking,
Huffing and puffing.
Its massive body
Has a humble skin
Pureness of white
Lustful of red.
As it stop and rest
Along the river bank,
Its pores open,
Simultaneously and uniformed
Waiting impatiently
For the exchnage to begin.
As it open,
A huge massive atom rushed in
Grabbing a seat
Like a cat looking for food
Like a cockroach looking for shelter
Deprived, funny, kiasu and rude.
As I enter the fast metallic snake
I see atoms everywhere
Some remained atoms, others formed cells.
But none are distinctive
None stands out.
The metallic snake slithers on
Along the river
With stops in between.
Atoms moved in and atoms streamed out
As I sat there alone and watching
Observing and wondering
The very nature of atoms
their shape, their size, their age, their style
All are slightly different
But few ever shines.

I was on the MRT to Raffles Place Station

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Beneath Me

On the surface
Everything seems focused
Well mannered and beautiful.
Moving slowly
With wonderful grace and elegance.
Innocent eyes
Looking lovingly and softly.
Its an image of virtual projection
Of love, innocence and fragility.
But beneath this calm soul
Lies a demon of destruction.
A boy with powers
to destroy, eliminate and inflict pain.
To be viewed lowly
To be regarded insignificantly
To be disrespected
Causes that source of energy
To build, To mount, To increase.
The need for catharsis
Creates tension within.
Hell will break lose
Volcanoes will erupt
Heaven will fall
Fire will rage
While water evanesced.
Killing everything that is held so dear.

Save yourself.
Do not underestimate the power a child can have.
A power not even nature is able to match.

So long...

Thursday, November 06, 2003

The Odyssey
(Act 4)

Circe : Very well. But you have to do 'it' with me first
Oddysseus: Do what?
Circe : You know, 'it'
Oddysseus: I don't get you. What is this 'it'?
Circe : 'IT' You know, to have some nookie, to open my love box, to tease me with your trouser snake?
Oddysseus: Come again?
Circe : To copulate, fornicate, make LOVE.
Oddysseus: OH. Why didn't you say so earlier then?
Circe : Yes, that is what I meant. (begins to strip) Well, let's get going then
Oddysseus: NO WAIT. Put your clothes back on, it's INDECENT. I hardly know you. You can't just request for sex so easily from a stranger. Where are your female values? Seriously, to place such high expectations from me through sex is highly OBSCENE.


Extracted from The Adaptation of the Odyssey, Act 4. Written by Adam Abdul Rahman.

(He is one talented guy.)

Wednesday, November 05, 2003

Running Away

Why does he feel like running away?
Just leaving this world behind
Getting rid of the albatross
And throwing his crown overboard.

This weight overwhelms
His soul entangled and entwined
His sight darkens
With all the crimson light.

His mind floats away
Like a seed of the angsana plant
He lost his focus
Like a crocodile hypnotised.

He perspires joy
Evanescencing into the glorious sky
Drying all the laughter
Leaving the sorrows behind.

My oh My
Help me light
Lift me out of this darkness
Never let evil consumes.

Elements of Earth, Wind, Water and Fire
Unite with all your strength
Eleviate the pain
And trancends the joy back down.

Untitled - Work In Progress

The decline of the Earl of Denby continued apace. Servants complained that Flossie, the sheep, made a mess of the quarters, yet he insisted that she would be waited on by a team of hand-maidens, who would keep the animal in luxury and contentment, particularly ensuring that the beast's fleece was well-groomed and spotless.

- Flossie, my darling angel, Denby said, rubbing his erect penis against his beloved blackface's fleece,- you have rescued me from a life of emptiness and despondency since the untimely demise of my wonderful wife...ah, Flossie, please do not mind me talking of that divine lady. I do wish that the two of you could have met! That would have been wonderful. Alas, it can never be, it is just the two of us now, my darling. How you arouse and tantalise me! I am bewitched... The Earl felt himself sliding into the sheep. - ...what bliss...

Extracted from Ecstasy (Irvine Welsh)

Oi

Oi, oi, oi, oi, OI
Heh. Juz wanted to say tt.
Ooh, these fingers are itchy
Better type somethin out.
But waddehell
What the who?
Waddehell you bloody smutch
Can't think wad to write
Can't think wad to type
Oh brotha brotha brotha
Finished tt freaky exam
Freaky who?
Freaky exam idiotic fool.
Was ok or was it fine
Either case
I don't even mind
What i get or what they give
Coz I'm outta therre
Yippee YAY WOO
Hooray Hooreey Hee

Oooooooooh Damn
Received a phone call
From someone I know
No powerpoint
How wonderful
Dry Run's tmr
You better be doin
What you are supposed to do
And bring it tmr
Or you will be damn freakin screwed.

Oh Hell. Brotha brotha brotha.
freaky hell. Stupid life
Waddehell
What the who?
Oh juz shut up you vuckin stool
???
It just rhymes stool, who, you?

Economics Lecture Last Week

The nervous soul
Glides into the room
Looking around and trembling
Thinking and anticipating.

His weight falls down
Onto the wooden planks
Of hardness and discomfort
Waiting for the voice to speak.

The voice began to speak
The nervous soul and the others settled in
All silent and awaiting
The judgements by the jury.

The voice announced
that judgements are told
Only after the voice's sermon
Of rights, praises and wrong doings.

'If you do not shut up
You will never learn
We are doing this for you'
said the overhead voice

'Very good answer-
For a different question'
Claimed to be sarcastic
He really need to try harder.

'Very quickly'
the black voice said
But time stood still
Moving forward got harder.

Hooray

Hooray, Alas.
The obstacle is over
The Albatross has fallen off my neck
Sighs and tears of joy
Glistening on my cheeks.

Hooray, Alas.
No more late nights
No feeling of nervousness
The catharsis has taken place
The exams are finally over.

Hooray, Alas.
I get to meet my soul
I met my one and all
Finally after months
The love has blossom once again.

Hooray, Alas.
I have nothing to worry
I can just sit and jolly
Exams are over
No more stress
Party, party, party
For now and forever.
YAY.

Physical Geography

He froze
Not a movement
Not a sound
But his heart is vibrating
His breath is pumping
But his brain stopped
He gets tensed
He panicked
But there is nothing he can do
Other than stare at his paper
The words began to trail off
As he sees the painful future
He sees it on the paper
All the words are staring
As he began to shiver
He is afraid
He is stunned
Alll that he did is wasted
Alll that he want is gone
He sits quietly
and he tries to think
But nothing is working
And his answer is nothing
He just have to wait
Wait till the time was over
Wait till evrything's done
But he just can't wait
To release the pressure
He wants to leave the room and prepare for his catharsis
Everything became unclear
As the words evanesced
And the paper dissipate
AS he looks around
All the sticks were shaking
All the figures seemed focused
Vomiting out their contents
on the sheets of judgement.

All is gone. Fear comes and takes me over.

Written during the physical geography promotional examination.

Song of the Dark Soul

I walk through the streets
Getting attention from those I meet
I am like a black African bitch
Walking into a group of white bleach.

Everyone stood still
Not even a molecule vibrate
All the eyes are full of skill
to criticise,hate and discriminate.

The human world wears a facade
They talked about justice and equality
Even mother nature is full facade
Hiding poison and suffering beneath beauty.

All these words of taking action
Are merely a method of complication
Difficult words and sophistication
Becomes food for our consumption.

To see the world in the darkest shadow
Finding it all empty and hollow
All the people are naive and shallow
All they do is just follow.

Don't follow the crowd.Follow your heart and dare to be different.

Freaky Feeling

Freak in the morning
Freak in the evening
Freak, I wanna be
Freak is just me.

As I walked through the door
And doing my stuff on the dance floor
People would stop and stare
As I do ma thang wit a flare.

They think I'm weird
They think I'm crazy
I don't give a fuck
Im a freak and they just suck.

They said I changed
Im no longer tame
Who the hell are they
Making me their lil prey.

I engage myself in saturnalia
With Rita, Eva and Pornonalia
As I tear them with my claw
Breaking every rule and every law.

They say I always runaway
Although I think I fly away
They say i would sit and be alone
I am friendly but not to stones.

People would think I'm a freak
They are like the ones who look like steak
I don't always discriminate
I spit and kick and I hate.

They always say I'm prurient
While they are the old orient
What's wrong in thinking-
Something different and believing.

I don't harm, I don't eat
Even though they look like meat
Just come near and you will see
Just how sweet I can be.

I'm not a freak
I think I'm sane
You are the freak
Discriminating and insane.

To all those motha fuckas

Torn

The world is spinning around me
All the voices haunting me
The darkness consumes me
While my soul leaves me.

All these tensions are building
Mounting and increasing
I wish i could build myself spring
But pain is all that it brings.

I am torn between halos and demons;
All these words with cryptic meanings
I seek a life less complicating
Not wanting darkness consuming.

Life is like the movies
And we are merely actors
At slow speed we seemed focused
Under the hands of our creators.

All that we want is power
But with power comes envy
And envy invites hatred
We no longer get friends but found enemies.

Sticks and Stones the hurt
When you shoot them through the phone
And you dragged my name through dirt
And it hurts to be left here all alone.

This moisture slides from my eyes
It glistens and it sharpens
Who is it? Spiritual visit
Pulling and tearing me apart.

Fucked Up

The sky is dark
Rain clouds hanging over
Thunder heard from distance
Lightning seen from afar.

The wind gets stronger
The waves get higher
The ground starts shaking
The volcanoes are erupting

Blood rushing down the river
Creating sparks of anger
Water in my brain
Heating up and boiling.

Shouts and screams
Swears and curses
Hatred and anger
Killing the calm soul.

Never knew what calms me
Once i get mad and angry
The internal voice is screaming
Taking over my reality.

Things ain't going my way
The bitch just complains
Like a fucking astray
Full of ash with dying flames.
Fuck you bitch!

Technology holds a different world
And I am not part of it
The modem is screwing
And I am in deep shit.
Fuck the modem!

The government is a fucker
Creating troubles in our lives
They always talk about fairness
Thats bullshit cause they are not.
Fuck the goverment!

The education system-
Never fails to amaze me
Wonder how stupid it is
Thinking students have no life
Fuck the education system!

This is the song written by the fucked up soul
If you think it ain't making any sense,
Who asked for your goddammit mother fucking opinion?
Just Fuck off!!

tribalFunk
18/08/03

Konphusion

I picked you up and brought you in
When you came knocking on my door
What made me do that?
Was it love? Was it humanity?

I never knew the answer
I never dared to think
Cause I'll get all konphuzed
And maybe I'll just kill.

I'll kill myself
For letting you in
I'll kill myself
IF I proved to be-
All sympathetic and humane.

The thought scares me
The thought haunts me
What can i do?
I am all konphuzed.

I gave time for you to blossom
Giving myself a chance
To love, to see, to experience
I never meant to hurt you.

I gave you water
I gave you light
I gave you nutrients
I gave you my heart.

But I'm thinking
Was it really the desire-
To see a blossoming flower
Or was it pure sympathy?

Pure sympathy or pure love?
The question just shoots through my brain
I never meant to hurt
I dont want you to bleed.

I'll just not think of this
And maybe I will be free
Free from this evil thought
Because I truly want to cherish you.

Let the light come to me
Give me strength and let me be
May the darkness leave me
And may good be set free.

Konphuzed is what I am
Konphuzed is what I feel.

tribalFunk

Raped

I thought it would be fun
I thought it was cool
I thought it wont harm
I was wrong.

I thought he meant well
I thought he cares for me
I thought he wont do such a thing
I was wrong.

I felt high
I felt light
I felt nice
He took a chance.

He whispered sweet nothings
He brought me home
He gave me a kiss
All I have was gone.

It is over now
It is a pain
It is a shame
I was raped.

All I need is some help
All I need is justice
All I need is another chance
But Im pregnant now.

My life is ruined
My life is wasted
My life is hell
But another life is in my hands.

Regret is what I feel
Regret is what I experience
Regret is what I learn
But hopes still lives on.

Dedicated to a person I know. Be strong my dear! Have faith and have hope!

Loads of love,
tribalFunk