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I Am Lightbody And You Will Believe Me.

"Maybe novelty, hostility and forbideness doesn't have to end bad."

                                                               James Wilson M.D

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The Monologue I

Orang cakap Unikorn tak wujud.

Orang cakap dalam syurga ada macam macam.

Kalau Unikorn tak wujud, dalam syurga ada Unikorn tak.

Kalau dalam syurga takada Unikorn, aku boleh buat request mintak Unikorn tak. Seputih salju. Gagah perkasa. Sekali dengan sepasang sayap. 

Eh, itu Pegasus.

Aku tukar fikiran, aku nak Pegasus dengan tanduk Unikorn.

The Missing Beauty (His Modern Love).

The Prince is dumbfounded. He's been spending minutes and hours of his days contemplating on why did the girl left in such a hurry last night. Was his dancing really that bad? Or was it his bad breath? They just met, the reason should not be too abstract than that, he would think. Still, nothing seems to make sense.

But nonetheless, he was left with a piece of a glass slipper to ponder on how to look for his midnight venus.

One day, he had an idea to reward the girl or anyone with the information of the girl. The news of the reward spreads all over his father ruling land. The paper boy would shout;

"Extra, extra! Hefty rewards for the Prince's missing beauty! Rewards for missing beauty!"

The posters would spread around but the girl was nowhere to be found.

Days passes by and the Prince's grasp of his lover grows weary, but he never let go. The image of her deepened imprinted in his brain.

It came to the prince one day on a day when the seafarers set ashore, he heard a song sung from a radio which belongs to a fine sailorman. He bought the boombox for a bargain because the sailor tought that the song is annoying but felt that it would worth something to a parrot's ear.

Starting from that day on, the Prince would hold on the boombox before every house in the land to call out for his one and only;

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

Just keep telling me facts

And keep making me smile

Don't get offended

If I seem absent minded

I get tongue-tied

Baby, you've got to be more discerning

I've never known what's good for me

Baby, you've got to be more demanding

I will be yours

I'll pay for you anytime

What are you holding out for?

What's always in the way?

Why so damn absent-minded?

Why so scared of romance?

This modern love breaks me

This modern love wastes me

For days and weeks, but she never answers. "Where are you." He would whisper.

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?

Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts

Tell me facts

Throw your arms around me.

"Where the fuck are you."

Lines: Modern Love by Bloc Party.

The Monologue.

"This conciousness I call ego doesn't know what to do." Said the heart.

"Maybe that's the right thing to do." Answers the medulla oblongata as he puffs away a ring-like smoke from his pipe. "Don't worry, I'll keep you beating no matter what."

"Boy you're lucky to have alot of things to do. All I do is beating and that's not enough to keep my mind off things."

"I got issues man."

Wakes up.

Edit.

Let me rephrase that. As in the good words of Mr Keanu Reeves,

"Whoa, I got issues man."

Wakes up.

"Whoa, I got issues man."

The Morning After (What Ever Happened to Little Red Riding Hood?).

The morning after, in an abreast village, she wakes up very early in the morning. Just a little after the mighty sun rose for glory. It's not always that she wakes up this early though, but today she wants to pay a visit to her gram who lives in the town across the menacing forest.

It's been a while since she last drop by at her gram's. Her mother wouldn't let her because of her neighbour's daughter, Alice, went missing after she was said to follow a white rabbit a fortnight ago. But today was different. After she went missing, just this morning, the mother heard that the little girl was found sleeping under a big tree known as the Survival Tree by the villagers (known as Big Ben among the forest dwellers though). She said she was tired after a long walk in the forest and fell asleep listening to lovely lullaby that night.

What is more, her gram has been sending her postcards saying that she was ill. In her postcards which have black and white pictures of a band - Barry Brocolli and the Uptown Sally - at the back, she wrote that she fell ill after her favorite singing tomato at the town market was gone. She said that the tomato's singing would always make her day, sets her on a chirpy mood to shop at the busy and uptight market. It's been hard for her since then to shop.

Just when the first morning glory blooms, she was ready - dressed in her red hoodie cloak made by her gram. Her mother hands her a basket filled with a loaf of bread, a bottle of honey, a goose egg, a flask of hot coffee and of course a vial of magic beans as a get-well-soon gift.

And she takes off before the morning sun grows too fiery for her O fair skin. Skipping her way through the forest, she sings a poem her mother told her about the telltale of the first-born of her like.

Go, my child, through the forest

To your grandmother's house, in a glade

Where poppies with red mouths grow.

And child, you must be wise

In the forest.

When the wolf finds you, remember:

Be courteous, but evasive. No answer

Is better than a foolish one.

But do not stop to gather

The hawthorn flowers, nor yet

The red berries which so resemble

Coral beads. They are poisonous.

And do not stop to listen

To the reeds.

And know that I am pleased,

With you, my child.

But remember, when returning through the forest,

Kept warm against the night by a cloak

Of the wolf's pelt:

The hunter is also a wolf.

Goodbye my Belle.

Little Red Riding Hood Age 8.

Poem: Parts of What Her Mother Said by Theodora Goss.

Iya iya. Aku kantoi main main dengan code template. Lagi.

This Void.

Let me in. Let me in. Let me in.

For the Love of a Tomato (Hush Now).

It was exactly two hundred thirty six days, six hours, twenty eight minutes and five seconds since the tomato last sung at the market. The leaves were once green turned yellow, purple, red and finally green again but the teensy fellow is nowhere to be seen. He seems to be missing from his usual post along with his olden crate he called home. Though nobody knew how he did it since tomatoes are born legless!

The locals never noticed the departure of the hermit. You might find it's hard to believe to not to notice a singing tomato but living in a town where the locals use glowing fairies to light dark pathways, elves as your house servants, magic beans as everyday bargain and fairy godmothers as your suicide hotline, a mellowing singing tomato is nothing. There's even a local group singing veggies hailing from the south called Barry Broccoli and the Uptown Five Sally - a sextet complete with music intruments and harmonised singing. Sometimes they would perform acapella if it's a latenight show.

But unbeknownst to the locals, deep in the forest, shed under a big tree known as the Survival Tree - because he's been there since before the first man ever to set foot on that land. But amongst the forest dwellers, he's known as The Big Ben (Like the The Clock Tower!) - there lies the downhearted tomato inside his crumbling wooden box. Here he seeks refuge. 

At nighttime, he would lament of his misfortune on to the big ol' tree with a poem he once heard;

Before the weeping

Wound could heal,

I stepped into

It's ruptured seal.

I tore it open-

Cleared the rot,

That thrived within

This darken slot,

Then filled it

With a silver key,

T'was given by

A saint to me,

To let flow free

The red-hot fuel,

That crystalized

Into a jewel,

Which I then placed

Upon my crown,

So when misfortune

Brings me down,

I'd be reminded

Of the find,

And put to rest,

My troubled mind,

To know that I

Could find a way,

To keep unease

And harm at bay;

I'll shed the woe

Beneath my skin,

To find a blessing

deep within.

And each soul of the living creatures of the forest would grieve along with every line uttered by the tomato. Some even cried. Hence the morning dews on every morning leaves.

Hush now. Hush.

Poem: The Reward by Shahril Nizam.

Stop the Train. Don't Leave Me Behind.

Her smiles are so bright, you'd think it's the sun. She laughs so hard, you'd think it's the devil.

But actually it's Natalie Portman.

Natalie Portman and I would like to wish you a Happy Aidil Adha. :)

For the Love of a Tomato (Goodnight, goodnight).

Once in a busy town market, lived a tomato in a wooden crate. Every morning he would sing;

Bonjour, bonjour!
I'm the tomato,
Melts in your soup,
Today, tomorrow - for ever more!

When the days were young and the leaves were green, he would sing the lines in different tounges. English, French, Spanish and of course his mother tounge - Solanacish. Many would stop by his olden box to listen, but none would spend a dime for a lofty singing tomato; too expensive for a vichyssoise and too dull to sit alone on a buffet stand. But then the tomato would sing;

Bonjour, bonjour!
I'm the chirpy tomato,
Nevermore too dark for your plateau,
For my verses would make you glow,
From your head to your toes!

And he would sing till the afterlight;

Bonsoir, bonsoir!
I'm the everlasting tomato,
See, when it's darker still,
I'll be here singing at your will.

But no one was ever tempted. When it's sleeping time courted by the half litted moon, he would sing himself a lullaby;

Bonne nuit, Bonne nuit,
I'm the singing tomato,
At twilight when angels are passing by,
I'd sing myself this lullaby

Au revior, au revior,
I'm the lonely tomato,
Alas, I bid you goodnight,
So please dear sweet dreams,
Take me to flight.

And so he lulled himself to sleep,

While we cry in a void of grief - a canyon deep.

Goodnight, goodnight.

Policelady

She lied to me,
She wants my money,
She wants the money -
Not the honey,
She wants my money,
She wants my money.

She lied to me and I don't have the money.

Sajak Tadika Lorong Tiga Pagi.

Oh dear God,
My breakfast of omelette is sugar free,
as it comes from an apple tree,
It dove down plucked by gravity,
Just like my heart, when you smile on tv.


Jangan pernah tutup tv.

Bulu mata itu.

"'Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in and you're out, you're up and you're down.."

Eh.

Uh huh uh huh.

"Hot then you're cold uh huh.."

Two words,

Kevin Smith.

Word.

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