Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Your Tragic World

What if I take my issues to the highest court of law
and barter for the ingredients to make a pot of coleslaw?
You think anyone would get a stomach ache and die
or would they simply start a band and go forth to multiply?

The sun of the woman's garish muumuu blinds her children
to the fact that they have been as ignorant as the feeding oxen.
Never disturb the moon in the man's baggy pants
lest you want to know what it's like to hear his never ending rant.

If you are young with recklessness and idle simplemindedness
you can join the political warfare for the battle of the wits.
But let your conscience roll away to the rocky sided eagerness
when you throw up with your silly laughter, fear or greed.

What's there to put together like mismatch jigsaw pieces
but your life that is all angelic in the clouds of virtues and vices.
The devil you know is more than just an old acquaintance
who drinks and dines with you when you lust for depression.

Burn up the bridges that have taken you thus so far,
burn down the houses that you left with forgotten scars.
Say goodbye to the hearts you pick from the poker game
and let the raindrops wash you down to your selfless shame.

Take away, take away your tragic world,
Come now, come now and remember your soul.

International Women's Day 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Staging of 'Breakfast with the Dogs'

This Cannot, That Cannot


This Cannot, That Cannot directed by David Lim consists of short plays by Kakiseni’s Kakiscript winners and the highlight of the show is a short play by Malik Imtiaz Sarwar.
They keep saying that Malaysian politics will change. They’ve been saying it in 2008, they’ve been saying it in 2004, in 1997 and even in 196… *ahem*. Well, guess what? Malaysian politics might change but Malaysia just gets more and more familiar each year. Says who? The rakyat, of course! Before the swine flu, there was bird flu (and of course before that was another swine flu). They say we are one Malaysia when it’s more like SOME Malaysia indeed. This cannot, that cannot.  And of course, only Uncle David knows best. Or so he thinks. After all, we all know that it is really dissatisfied intellectuals that hold all the answers. You know what? This synopsis is probably symptomatic of the systemic sycophancy of elephants. White elephants, of course.
This Cannot, That Cannot will feature the following plays:
Bird Flu: A Love Story by Ho Sui-Jim – a girl meets a man in a chicken suit at a bus stop
Breakfast with the Dogs by Julya Oui – a bunch of uncles are yakking away at a kopitiam session
Ini Tak Boleh Ni by Rosheen Fatima – a lady and her son at a bust stop being “caught” by the moral police
A Question of Race by Sandra Rajoo – an exasperated parent tries in vain to fill up a registration form for his teenage daughter
Two Chairs (and a Third for Support) by Malik Imtiaz Sarwar – 2 high school students, one idealistic, one pragmatic, discuss the state of the nation.
Date: 2 – 6 March 2011
Venue: Pentas 2, klpac
Tickets: Entrance by min. donation of RM20

To purchase tickets, please call or walk-in to klpac (03-4047 9000).

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The night Amah came back for a visit

Yesterday was a bizarre day for my family during this Chinese New Year pre-celebration.

Last night between 12 to 1 in the morning we, the light sleepers, heard something crashing in the kitchen with the sound of breaking glass. I didn;t want to bother to get up but when I heard my mum cleaning up the mess I thought I'd just help her since I couldn't get to sleep as well.

I found the strangest thing that happen when my mum told me the deity board fell and pushed the joss stick pot over the counter which fell and hit the slow cooker exactly in the spot below. The glass cover was in pieces and my mum was trying to salvage whatever ju hu char (which we so painstakingly prepared earlier). After everything was cleared we went back to sleep but I fell in and out of it until morning and my mind raced with ideas, thoughts and imagination.

In the morning my mum told us she knew why the pot fell and broke the cover which seemed quite unlikely because the wooden board wouldn't have been that heavy to tip the pot over. She said she forgot to invite my late grandma back for the Chinese New Year celebration and so it must have been my grandma who mischievously caused the 'accident' to get the attention. That started my sister telling us she saw someone or a shadow at the corner of her eye in the morning walking out the front door but when she double checked there was no one anywhere around. To make this tale a little more intriguing my other sister reminded us that yesterday, the 1st of February, was my grandmother's death anniversary. To conclude this tale of the unknown my grandmother's presence did cross my mind when I was tossing and turning the whole night because I am actually occupying her room.

Now, how's that for a supernatural tale for the Chinese New Year. Isn't this exciting?