THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE

1) Visit New Zealand, specifically the locations where they shot Peter Jackson's LoTR

2) Get published

Well this is such a short list. Will add more when I can recall the rest.

not a poem

1) I will be nicer to people, laying off the sarcasm and insults (at least to those who matter)

2) I will salam my parents before I go to work, regardless of how upset they are at me that morning

3) I will not ignore people when they nag me, even if I don't agree with their opinions. The bottom line is they care (but I'll still ignore their nagging though)

4) I will get in touch with my friends more often

5) I will ditch my tit-for-tat kind of relationship with friends. It was supposed to be a defense mechanism against just one specific person, and admittedly it has gotten out of line

6) I will smile more while attending gatherings that I have no interest in attending

7) I will not act condescending towards and around people I don't think much of

8) I will change radio stations less often and start listening to songs that I only mildly like more often while driving. Life is about enduring annoyances while getting to the good parts

partial nudity

the kind of stuff we see on tv
guns violence partial nudity
the kind of stuff we see on malaysian tv
religion superstition susilawati
after the executioner thumbs out and goes for tea
awani's gonna find something else that rhymes with susilawati.

Against the wall

Line up against the wall
Stack yourselves from short to tall
Kiss each other on the cheek
Dry your tears don't show you're sweak
You may hold hands if you so please
Either way I won't miss
It's just another day at the office
for the ticket conductor to eternal peace

That face

When you can't stand to look at his face
When the sight of him leaves you with a bad aftertaste
It's high time you stop being so close to the mirror
Heck, step out of the room, go walk through the door.

Some people just have that please-sock-my-teeth-in face
And his is ultimately one of them
Though it's not his fault, God made him that way
But isn't He supposed to be kind, that benevolent mind?

All he needs to do is go under the knife
That oughta fix it and turn around his life
If he does it right and there'll be no life turn around
Even if he brings a mirror along six feet underground.

The thief stole in again

I woke up today and my house is a mess again
My socks are mismatched my clothes inside out
And as usual my necktie's hung from the fan in a noose
I'll have to call my boss and tell him the thief stole in again
So I'll take the day off to take care of my house
I'm sure as usual nothing is stolen from me
I don't have a lot and what have are nothing fancy
But she comes in anyway and rearranges things to frustrate me
The funny thing is the thief and I were housemates before
And I used to have a lot more and it was good company
But it was never enough for her and I threw her out the door
And now she comes once in awhile to settle the score

Well it's partly my fault that the thief gets in
I should probably change the lock and get a dog
But I have to admit that I kind of like these nocturnal visitations
At least once in a while I get to alleviate my self-imposed isolation