Liberty
your hair smells ever so fresh
a quick sway of synchronised strands
leaves the air around scented
lingering with wafts of tranquility
your hair runs so smoothly through my fingers
like a river sailing above pebbles
conforming to its contours
submissive to its textures
your hair hides those roving brown eyes
a veil hanging by your fringe
tucked behind the weary ear
in anticipation of the subtlest cue
your hair is a flag worth hanging
to allow the caress of the envious wind
create a hypnotic saltation
of spontaneous choreography
I intended to describe liberty / liberation, however short lived it might be, but it seems like i was temporarily fantasising about someone's hair.
It could be the fact i went for a haircut, a while ago.
I must say, that it would be the least unpleasant hair pruning experience i ever had. Fast, clean, and as i wanted it to be it.
Before i start accumulating anymore memories, its best i recorded those that have been begging to leave my thoughts, to be blogged.
Without much thought, sometimes decisions are best made in that manner, i decide to enroll myself in Sriwana's bengkel tari (Dance Workshop), where i will learn the 5 basic forms of malay dance - Inang, Asli, Zapin, Joget & Masri, in the course of one year. Trainings are every Wednesdays (God knows why) and carried out at TAPAC. (Telok Ayer Performing Arts Centre)
[TAPAC has this personality, this air of identity floating around it, that makes me grow fond of it. Almost like a sanctuary, where there is invioable privacy for the arts to blossom, admists the whispers of the clouds, the glares of surrounding skyscrapers, the cracked concrete floors, as if indication of age - like wrinkles to a human face. Futhermore theair tebu Muar (Muar sugar cane juice), at the adjacent hawker centre, is absolutely delicious.]
So far i've learnt Asli, which is quite tough, but enjoyable.
Next memory, is the past chaotic friday. A wrap to my exams, which couldnt be any worse, and also a celebration cum console session. I would not elaborate on this elaborate day. It would drain me of my spirits. heh
Then without thought, again, i followed the girls who had already been scheming of a sleep over at ili's place. They all had change of clothes, while i had only my phone and wallet to my name at that time. But it was fun. Sobah kept me entertained with his extensive collection of Dikir songs and lyrics. Ouh, and ili's mom makes the best sambal goreng pengantin!
On saturday, i was scheduled to watch a play, Rosnah, part of the M1 fringe festival. Unfortunately, the MRT decided to die on me. I was stuck at Simei Stn for 30 soild minutes (of trying to keep the anger in) due to some technical faults at Tanah Merah. When the train finally reached bugis (the play being at Drama centre black box, national library) i decided to drop all form of dignity and run. Run like the wind. Run all the way, past seiyu, parco bugis, intercontinental hotel and all the way up 5 levels only to be denied entry, as there was only 10mins left of the monologue. At that point, i thought what a killjoy.
Luckily, the day was saved by Superman!!! Very nice to have treated me. Felt so much better with company around. We chatted at starbucks, prolly the highlight of the night, while waiting for Munich. I loved the movie. It has much depth. Portraying humanity in its most vunerable form. The photography, and direction, was amazing. Overall, it was a memorable/insightful night. : )
Then on Monday, i went to school to settle some stuff then crashed SNT's training and then lepaked at Sri Sun. I adore the Puri there. and the ikut-mood teh peng.
After which, i dropped by Aida's to get anti-boredom materials for the week.
She loaned me 'He loves me, He loves me not' a french movie that proved to be quite scary towards the ending, 'The Boy that plays on the Buddhas of Bamiyan', that had beautiful photography, and 'Dead Poets Society', which i have yet to watch.
I love her and her mom lah. Today she called me at 9am to tell me her mom cooked ayam masak merah (Chicken cooked red) and asked if i wanted any. Will never be able to resist the promise of ayam masak merah. Semangat lah!
Then yesterday, i went to school to get some work done on my design projects and go swimming after a long long long state of 'physical inactivity'
Shortly after an embarassing number of laps, dried myself and made my way to arts space. There was a Titisan audition for the upcoming Pentas.
Was not prepared to write, and afterwards act out, a 1min monologue based on the theme 'Modern', there and then. It basically caught me off-guard. Here is mine:
(Bear with me, its 95% malay)
Satu...dua...tiga! (Petik gambar audiens)
Jangan marah yer.
Saya ni memang suka ambil gambar.
Kata orang, untuk immortalise atau mengzahirkan secebis memori.
Dan ianya dapat dilihat kembali. Ah macam ni...
(tunjuk 'screen' kepada audiens)
Dulu, nasib gambar itu terkunci dalam camera, dalam sekeping film,
sampailah ia dihantar ke kedai, untuk dicuci.
Yang ini, kalau tak suka, delete ajer.
Satu butang yang menentukannya
Ibarat dapat telek masa depan.
Ibarat sudah dapat melihat yang akan datang.
Tak suka? Buang.
Itulah modenisasi. Itulah akibat modenisasi.
Sudah tiada suprise.
Semuanya dah dinanti-nanti.
Semuanya dah bakal jadi.
Kemana hilang zaman merahnya padi tergantung pada cuaca hari?
tergantung pada Illahi?
Hai.. modenisasi
terlalu mudah sekali
bak one...two...three (Petik gambar lagi)
I presented it in a very Karut way. Karut Patani. And i just realised that most of it rhymed. well, some habits are hard to stop. hahah.. hancur..
anyway i can hold up anymore. Enjoy this long long post!
Smiling
Pahlawan Putih
your hair smells ever so fresh
a quick sway of synchronised strands
leaves the air around scented
lingering with wafts of tranquility
your hair runs so smoothly through my fingers
like a river sailing above pebbles
conforming to its contours
submissive to its textures
your hair hides those roving brown eyes
a veil hanging by your fringe
tucked behind the weary ear
in anticipation of the subtlest cue
your hair is a flag worth hanging
to allow the caress of the envious wind
create a hypnotic saltation
of spontaneous choreography
I intended to describe liberty / liberation, however short lived it might be, but it seems like i was temporarily fantasising about someone's hair.
It could be the fact i went for a haircut, a while ago.
I must say, that it would be the least unpleasant hair pruning experience i ever had. Fast, clean, and as i wanted it to be it.
Before i start accumulating anymore memories, its best i recorded those that have been begging to leave my thoughts, to be blogged.
Without much thought, sometimes decisions are best made in that manner, i decide to enroll myself in Sriwana's bengkel tari (Dance Workshop), where i will learn the 5 basic forms of malay dance - Inang, Asli, Zapin, Joget & Masri, in the course of one year. Trainings are every Wednesdays (God knows why) and carried out at TAPAC. (Telok Ayer Performing Arts Centre)
[TAPAC has this personality, this air of identity floating around it, that makes me grow fond of it. Almost like a sanctuary, where there is invioable privacy for the arts to blossom, admists the whispers of the clouds, the glares of surrounding skyscrapers, the cracked concrete floors, as if indication of age - like wrinkles to a human face. Futhermore theair tebu Muar (Muar sugar cane juice), at the adjacent hawker centre, is absolutely delicious.]
So far i've learnt Asli, which is quite tough, but enjoyable.
Next memory, is the past chaotic friday. A wrap to my exams, which couldnt be any worse, and also a celebration cum console session. I would not elaborate on this elaborate day. It would drain me of my spirits. heh
Then without thought, again, i followed the girls who had already been scheming of a sleep over at ili's place. They all had change of clothes, while i had only my phone and wallet to my name at that time. But it was fun. Sobah kept me entertained with his extensive collection of Dikir songs and lyrics. Ouh, and ili's mom makes the best sambal goreng pengantin!
On saturday, i was scheduled to watch a play, Rosnah, part of the M1 fringe festival. Unfortunately, the MRT decided to die on me. I was stuck at Simei Stn for 30 soild minutes (of trying to keep the anger in) due to some technical faults at Tanah Merah. When the train finally reached bugis (the play being at Drama centre black box, national library) i decided to drop all form of dignity and run. Run like the wind. Run all the way, past seiyu, parco bugis, intercontinental hotel and all the way up 5 levels only to be denied entry, as there was only 10mins left of the monologue. At that point, i thought what a killjoy.
Luckily, the day was saved by Superman!!! Very nice to have treated me. Felt so much better with company around. We chatted at starbucks, prolly the highlight of the night, while waiting for Munich. I loved the movie. It has much depth. Portraying humanity in its most vunerable form. The photography, and direction, was amazing. Overall, it was a memorable/insightful night. : )
Then on Monday, i went to school to settle some stuff then crashed SNT's training and then lepaked at Sri Sun. I adore the Puri there. and the ikut-mood teh peng.
After which, i dropped by Aida's to get anti-boredom materials for the week.
She loaned me 'He loves me, He loves me not' a french movie that proved to be quite scary towards the ending, 'The Boy that plays on the Buddhas of Bamiyan', that had beautiful photography, and 'Dead Poets Society', which i have yet to watch.
I love her and her mom lah. Today she called me at 9am to tell me her mom cooked ayam masak merah (Chicken cooked red) and asked if i wanted any. Will never be able to resist the promise of ayam masak merah. Semangat lah!
Then yesterday, i went to school to get some work done on my design projects and go swimming after a long long long state of 'physical inactivity'
Shortly after an embarassing number of laps, dried myself and made my way to arts space. There was a Titisan audition for the upcoming Pentas.
Was not prepared to write, and afterwards act out, a 1min monologue based on the theme 'Modern', there and then. It basically caught me off-guard. Here is mine:
(Bear with me, its 95% malay)
Satu...dua...tiga! (Petik gambar audiens)
Jangan marah yer.
Saya ni memang suka ambil gambar.
Kata orang, untuk immortalise atau mengzahirkan secebis memori.
Dan ianya dapat dilihat kembali. Ah macam ni...
(tunjuk 'screen' kepada audiens)
Dulu, nasib gambar itu terkunci dalam camera, dalam sekeping film,
sampailah ia dihantar ke kedai, untuk dicuci.
Yang ini, kalau tak suka, delete ajer.
Satu butang yang menentukannya
Ibarat dapat telek masa depan.
Ibarat sudah dapat melihat yang akan datang.
Tak suka? Buang.
Itulah modenisasi. Itulah akibat modenisasi.
Sudah tiada suprise.
Semuanya dah dinanti-nanti.
Semuanya dah bakal jadi.
Kemana hilang zaman merahnya padi tergantung pada cuaca hari?
tergantung pada Illahi?
Hai.. modenisasi
terlalu mudah sekali
bak one...two...three (Petik gambar lagi)
I presented it in a very Karut way. Karut Patani. And i just realised that most of it rhymed. well, some habits are hard to stop. hahah.. hancur..
anyway i can hold up anymore. Enjoy this long long post!
Smiling
Pahlawan Putih
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