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Monday, 30 November 2009

Sunday, 29 November 2009

  • for the love of shit

    those stories, those films, based on eating disorders - showing how parents get so paranoid about their daughter's condition and eating behaviours - yeah they're fucked cos those shit are over exaggerated. because honey in real life, they don't give a damn about you nor your motherfucking well-being. they don't even give a shit if you've eaten or if you fucking throw up and messes the bathroom, not to mention fucking up your damn system as well. all they ever care about is you being a burden and finishing up/wasting the damn rice in the kitchen cos you ain't fucking contributing money to the damn household.

Friday, 27 November 2009

  • requiem

    struggling for perfection,
    dying for attention,
    pining for acceptance :

    not tall enough;
    not skinny enough;
    not pretty enough.

    and maybe, but not quite maybe,

    not worthy enough.

  • cigarette of hope

    she stares blankly into the sky
    with a lit cigarette in her hand

    she counted the stars slowly in her mind
    1, 2, 3, can't.go.on.

    wonders what brought her here
    wonders how to conquer her fear

    but too late now
    she falls to the ground, head first

    the cigarette slips from her hand
    flickers, 1, 2, 3, she's gone.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

  • rest in peace nazim

    feels just like yesterday when we were all having fun and laughter together. vivid images of you singing your heart out during the wedding are still fresh on my mind. when i got to know about this misfortune, i thought, ah you're such a prankster, i know you'd show up soon. but minutes turn to hours, and hours turn to days, where on earth are you? they tell me you're dead and gone. i shut them up, arguing as long as your body hasn't been recovered, you're still alive. probably stranded on some island, but what's important is that you are still fucking alive! but you see, denial seems to be the only remedy for a heartache, a loss. hurts me to see your family, our family, in this state, waiting in agony for your body to be recovered, and now that you have been found, it must be hard on your parents and siblings. well i guess it's the time of your life that you have to leave, but why this way?

    we love you.

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