The Colours of Moon

ClapclaP

2009-11-01T15:52:00.005+08:00

Clap!

One hand on my forehead

another caressing smooth skin of regret

Stitches

There is no measure

for this erasure

Clap! Clap!

Utterances of congratulations instead

applause for bookmarks that forget

Pause

replay rewind and make sure

clean doesn't equate pure

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Applaud what the mind forgets

the heart remembers

for the hand that picks up the pieces

reaches

in and stitches

paradoxical cures.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

One hand on my forehead

another pulling back words already said

Clocks

start the countdown await the closure

begin: Erasure.

While we wait for the dust to settle...

2009-10-10T17:10:00.002+08:00

The Path of mystery ... by ~ptakart on deviant ART

Art by Ptak Art, Music by Bat For Lashes

Hearts are Paper Mysteries

2009-10-07T00:46:00.005+08:00

My blood pounds heavy
the beat of this drum tugs low
sockets swirl in spheres
this wheel turns, turns, turns...

"strangers are friends, mes amies"
"friends are strangers, enemies"
in this strange world
twisting here
where things turn, turn, turn...

hearts are paper mysteries
torn to the myth below
soft lullabies to the ears
crackling as they burn, burn, burn...

words strung with brevity
as heart ashes faintly glow
lighting smoke trails of years
beating as we learn, learn, learn...

uni(verse)

2009-09-23T19:31:00.010+08:00

Have you ever felt like you had too much to say but you never have enough time or space to say it all? Even when I write, and I write a lot, it’s only a fraction of what I want to say. I can’t write or say everything down, it’s just not physically or mentally possible. My trail of thoughts branch out, multiply, cascade down like rain… It’s like a universe of a painting that is never finished. There are so many things, and sometimes you feel like you are floating in space where there is no up or down, and you can see all the stars but you know there are many more stars you can’t see. There are so many stars at night shining so bright, but you can only count one at a time. Just like in our lives there are so many wars to fight, but sometimes all I’m able to do is fight mine.

And the more you try to keep track of where you are, the more you realize how much more lost you are.

It’d be easier to just float by without a care, but you know that isn’t possible, for the world and your thoughts would always be there.

So then you try to head straight. The problem is, after all that disorienting and psychedelic floating about, you don’t know which way is straight. 360 degrees of possibilities… You only wish you would bump into a meteor so at least it would push you in some sort of direction. And all this while in this universe of never-ending verse, you’ve never even come across another soul. It’s just you, all alone. You ponder upon it sometimes, but it seems like just a speck of dust. Because you’ve been alone all this while, it’s become your life. You don’t know what you’re missing.

But we don’t know what’s out there. There are many more things we haven’t seen. Maybe we were never alone, but just too far apart in the vast universe that to our limited observation, we concluded that we’re alone.

After all, there are so many possibilities, so who can know for sure?

And this tale is still being written.

It never fails to amaze me how the colours of my word vomit can sketch the image of the nebulae sprouting up in my own personal universe. It's a scary thought, the possibilities of me living the rest of my life inside of my own mind.

So break me.

Break my shell and let my stardust fall on you, and maybe we can sail another universe altogether.

One Thousand Moons

2009-09-17T07:16:00.001+08:00

Eid Moon by ~toxicangel-moon on deviant ART

My words can remain static

only verse and not verbs

sometimes I wish my forehead would hit the cold hard ground

more often than the lonely sorrows my heart found

in a state of panic,

yet I resume

my lonely gaze towards the moon.

My head to the ground

and these words to You

and From You

peace until the rise of dawn

and those nights I've been lost to

I wish to be found

unscarred, tightly wrapped around

the spinning yarn of a thousand moons.

One night

and You

and one thousand moons.

Moon,

dawn.

Have a lovely remainder of Ramadhan, and Eid Mubarak, my dear friends.
I love you all more than it may seem.

Kullu am wa antum bikhair...

Tinta Alam Maya

2009-09-16T00:02:00.006+08:00

Wide Slumber .color. by ~toxicangel-moon on deviant ART

Lagi
ku membuka mata
sehening cipta kata
yang terungkap di alam maya
terngiang-ngiang karya

musnah, hapus mimpi
tumbuh lagi...
merah, lubuk hati
biarpun ...

Api
membakar alis mata
pun hujan tak terasa
yang terperangkap hanya daya
berdarah tinta alam maya

sudah, aku mimpi
tidak pasti
punah kaca hati
walaupun...

Hati ini
berdarah
tinta
alam
Maya.

Munira,
midnight.

My non-Malay speaking readers, sorry it's in Malay again. I'm on a roll.

The drawing above is an old drawing of mine, done almost a year ago, which I revisited. Fun stuff.

Anyways. I've taken a turn at the junction, only to find more turns take! I can't decide what, and I hope I won't be lost. Well, on another hand, traffic lights can be pretty. If they don't stay red for too long during rush hour.

with every hardship, there is relief

2009-09-05T13:37:00.005+08:00

Just a reminder for me, my friends, and anyone else who needs it.

Although it's already mid-Ramadhan, it's still not too late to wish you all a blessed Ramadhan. May you find peace, solace and forgiveness.

=)

I'm scratching at the surface now

2009-09-01T03:27:00.004+08:00

And I'm trying hard to work it out

if you have something to say...

Titik Garisan.

2009-08-27T14:33:00.008+08:00

Titik.

demi
titik
demi titik
rekahan jalan dibasahi gerimis.

Titik.
demi titik, demi
titik
darah mewarnai badan putih.

Celik
sudah mata yang dilitup
kabus jerebu tertiup
langit biru merintih
Petik
kapur jalanan itu
warna kesukaanmu
angka kewujudanmu
cebisan cita-cita mu

dan terus lakarkan

Titik.

demi
titik
demi titik
hingga manjadi garisan
tanpa ilusi bayangan
jelas ternyata:

"mampukah kau melangkah
hujung garisnya?"

adakah terpijak, terpadam
garis dunia..

Trains

2009-08-26T09:54:00.007+08:00

We've waited for our trains to arrive. We've anticipated it.
We've held our tickets in hand. Held our destinations in our hearts.

The clock ticks.
We think we've planned. We'll board our train and depart.

But what happens when we miss it?
What happens when our journey isn't going as planned?
When everything was so close, yet so far apart?

The clamour of the railroad, the rocks against metal, fades away into the horizon. The rain soaks up the air, just as you begin to soak up your own regrets.

You're stranded in between.
Between here and there.
Between then and now.
Between your past and your future.
Between you and them.

The journey is long. The wait is long. It drains you. This constant waiting, aching, and burning. One train ticket burned. Another will arrive. But at what price?

Just wait. Get on the new train. Arrive safely. That's all you can do.

Your train could be anything.
It could be an actual train in the first place.
It could be a chance.
It could be a person, a time, a choice, a holy month. You have the ticket.
Keep in faith that no matter what happens, you will arrive at your destination.
Somehow.

Even if the destination is sometimes a mystery.

Siren

2009-08-02T20:51:00.003+08:00

Siren calls distant piercing ears
only falls on swallowed mute fears
dust, tinting roses on placid eyes
breath, pulling harder at her life;

But she smiled, blind
her ears placed firmly
in her hands
her heart wide shut
against the tapping feet
of her unborn infant hope.

siren calls again
bright light against skin
she can't run away
when the cold knife sways
against her trickling warm organ
till it's cut open
to reveal a life unsung.

Red life slowly stringing
weaving a melody of yearning
slowly her siren starts singing
of new ways to start breathing.

"I've awaken with eyes of brand new
I've starved so long without you..."

Kapal Terbang Kertas

2009-07-25T15:51:00.007+08:00

dahulu
aku hanyalah helaian kertas
sebuah buku
yang terpaku;
tertutup

berlalu
satu bayangan, hembusan nafas
yang membuka
membaca cita
lalu hidup

"bukalah
lipatan di muka surat ku
buku hati ku"

"bentuklah
jari-jemarimu di liku tulisan
renunglah
isi ceritamu di balik lukisan"

bacalah diriku
tinta yang meliku
hitam dan putihku
antara kelabu

bacalah diriku
benang fikiranku
tersimpul, celaru
renyuk, keliru

lipatlah diriku menjadi
sebuah kapal terbang kecil
biarku melayang tinggi
hinggaku jatuh ke bumi
hinggaku jatuh ke bumi
hinggaku jatuh

ke bumi.

aku hanyalah
sebuah kapal terbang kertas
tapi selagi ku benafas
akan ku tetap tersenyum sendiri.

Haze

2009-07-24T14:38:00.003+08:00

I scoff
I cough
I stutter

I weep
I blink
My eyes water

There are tiny claws digging into my eyes
and daggers of sand strike into my chest
sputtering dust particles that can't be denied
a disturbing existance that starts to infest

Infesting my heart that's blinded within
I pray for rain
Rain comes
haze comes again
Rain comes
haze comes again
again and again and again

There's pain in my throat and stinging in my eyes, for the thick haze still clouds the air we breathe.

I'm a prisoner of words unsaid

2009-07-19T15:29:00.001+08:00

I have talented friends

2009-07-08T11:52:00.008+08:00

I am always in awe of them. It's amazing how much talent surrounds me. I may feel dwarfed sometimes, but I always support my friends in the passions they are pursuing. Here are some of them and their recent progress...

My friend Zalikha, who is a feisty girl passionate about photography, is pursuing her dream with RupaJiwa Studios. I'm proud of you, girl!

My childhood friend, Aneesah, is a very creative girl. I've known her since we were babies, but we lost touch for a very long while, until I met her on deviantArt. She doesn't sell her stuff yet, but there are many guaranteed customers if she does start selling them, because so many people have been asking. That includes me :)

a stamp she carved for me, and mailed all the way from UK! Thanks Aneesah ^^

Then there's Kayant, whom I've just begun to get to know although I've known him through blogs for awhile. He's a very talented guy. Here he wrote and recorded a duet with another talented and beautiful friend of mine, Naby.

To all my friends, I'll always support you guys!

This is not a blog post.

2009-07-07T19:08:00.005+08:00

Breathe.

Labyrinthine

2009-07-04T15:19:00.004+08:00

Have I invited you in
this twisted labyrinth
of internal monologue
for your eyes to be unfogged?

Would you be able to swim
in a sea of words, dive in
to an eternal episode
of the sky giving into flood?

If you look into these pages
of arteries, veins, and nerves
would you be able to wrap a bandage
around a wounded verse?

for I'm Labyrinthine
pouring pieces of my mind
painting a landscape of words to form
a calm before a storm.

Simple words.

A review of some time past

2009-07-01T17:40:00.011+08:00

If Time were a shooting star; leaving a rainbow trail of memories...

...I'd wish upon you within a beat.

Time can seem short, it can seem long. It is what it is, but memories shape our experience of time. As cliched as it sounds, time really does travel fast when you are having a good time.

It doesn't matter if you lack sleep, are schedule-beat, hardly eat, have aching feet... It's all worth it if your heart is smiling like a shining sun in the bright summer heat, melting the ice from your once cold heart.
You're happy, and why would any other negative thing matter?

My time spent during the short semester was time very well spent. It was a volatile mix of exhilarating emotions, and for those whole two months, it never stopped.

I took only one subject. Integrated Multidisciplinary Project. But here, I met the most wonderful group of people I was lucky enough to work with throughout the whole semester: Touch Design Consultant.

I will forever miss and cherish the days we spent designing, researching, snacking, chatting, sleeping on the floor and sofa, singing, jamming, playing guitar hero, watching movies, chilling, working together, bullying the PM, 'counselling', and generally just every precious moment I spent with them in that comfy office.

God knows how much time I spent in KAED. I didn't even have another subject to excuse myself to. So everyday, from 10am till 3am, I'd be there. But somehow, I enjoyed it. It's a different feeling from other semesters with individual work. We kept on laughing till the day of the presentation. We might not have won first place, but I still think we were winners.

...

And of course, there was RUMI:

The 21st Architectural Workshop held in UiTM Shah Alam may not have been a roaring success in terms of event management, but as far as our UIA delegates know... it was a beautiful experience. Not just the 5 days of the workshop itself, but the days leading up to it as well. The practices, the preparation, it was all worth it. I couldn't have been luckier to be able to work with these 2 amazing groups of people, both my office and RUMI delegates.

The impact that we brought to the workshop was definitely huge. We managed to liven up the crumbling event, and break stereotypes while we were at it. You should have seen our faces when we won first prize for our performance on Highland Tower!

Everything that happened, happened for a reason. Out of all the things that happened that semester, however, one thing remains the most important.

Friendships were formed.

Alhamdulillah~great memories, TouchDesign & RUMI~

photos from Farah Afreeda, Aqilah Nizar, Hazim Azami and Fatin Aqilah.

Turned to Ashes

2009-06-14T13:08:00.004+08:00

Turned to Ashes

by Munira Hamzah

There used to be hope.

A little seedling could grow, manifesting hope with each sprouting leaf. And with each ring around the trunk, a whole new cycle of life is spun. What joy a little seedling could do, breathing life like a symbiotic lung to a beautiful being called Earth. With each vein in each leaf, hope flowed like miraculous blood. A blood that seemed never ending.

There used to be hope.

But hope burns like fire, it breathes warm if done right. One wrong move, however, and that very same hope could turn to ashes. The kind of fire that burns the lungs, each seedling turning into coal. The main heartbreaker is when the veins have become numb, and the coal becomes another fact of life. When eyes become blind, blurred by the smoke.

There used to be hope. Where has it gone?

With each tree left breathless, a piece of hope falls to the ashes.

With each fire that flashes, the beat of Earth’s heart vanishes.

For hope to grow again, blood must flow through each vein.

For the intoxicating chase of smoke to blow away, each seedling and tree must remain.

There used to be hope….

.....

I was at the 21ST Architectural Workshop, held at UiTM Shah Alam from 7th-11th June 2009. Despite all the shortcomings of the organizers, we had an awesome time. Mainly due to our own spirit, and the people we went with. InshaAllah I will write a post about that.

I entered the essay competition, and out of the 4 topics I chose "Turned to Ashes: Deforestation is a Norm in Today's World". Under a limited amount of time, and a maximum of 250 words, this is what I managed to bleed out.

Alhamdulillah, I won first prize. I could not believe it. I thought they might have not understood what I had written in my typical style of prose. So when they announced my name during the award night, I was shocked! It means quite as much as Jabbawockeez means to Nesh.

She

2009-06-03T18:31:00.003+08:00

She sits in a corner, with the face of a static soul silently screaming of cluelessness, her eyes roving like little planets on a child's astronomy mobile. Her fingers fidget, she cracks a knuckle or two. Like a child staring out of a 'MISSING' poster, she smiles nervously, in a blur between past and present. It seems like nothing moves her, and she moves nothing; a relationship of mutual ignorance.

...

She doesn't sit amongst a crowd, she IS the crowd. Her eyes flicker with excitement, her voice filled with glee, and her every pore spills smooth, golden confidence. No question unanswered, no problem unsolved, no task undone. Her steps echo off the walls like drumbeats, a blasting music that has become akin to breathing.

...

She holds a mirror with two hands. A mirror that never lies. A mirror that holds both truths. Shattering it against the light, the million spectrums will tell you one thing:

She is in all ends.

Breakbone

2009-05-27T16:41:00.005+08:00

Pour salt on my bones
Boil them white,
peel my flesh away.
Ingest all my songs
Chew my spirit
Leave me
with nothing
to say

Calm me down
put me away
in a chest of drawers
cool and safe
Forget about me
years down with rain
never talk about me
I'm not insane
but never speak of me
never, ever ever
have a memory

Of my blood down your throat
of my paper white bones
of my raging fists
against your cage of ribs
of my words
upon your lips...

Just let me go
for I'm a ghost
of broken bones.

2009-04-23T00:34:00.002+08:00

She's searching through satellites
for the meaning of life
she's disabled
blind
with two pair of eyes

And no,
she's not the one
she's living a lie
no,
she has no answers
Only empty clutches
of particles of life.

So, It's Holiday Time

2009-04-17T19:15:00.014+08:00

image via *m0thyyku

So studio's done, the exams are over, first year's over (!), and it's the semester break.

But it's only for only two weeks, though. It's been two days since my exams have finished, and I feel the boredom kicking in. Time is precious, it is limited, so we must plan our holiday time wisely, my friends. Whether you 'plan' on 'sleeping in', 'staring into space', 'gaining weight', or doing productive things that you just couldn't find time for during the semester, make sure you make full use of your time wisely.

While the internet holds many wonders and enables us to communicate with each other, surely you wouldn't want to think back on your holiday when the semester starts and only remember "What I did in the holiday? uh... geez, I remember a lot of Facebook quizzes. Did you know my ideal husband is one of the Jonas Brothers?" I have no idea where they get these quizzes from, seriously. (Btw I don't do these quizzos.)

I'm not really a couch potato. I rarely watch TV. But I am somewhat of a computer geek. I like reading various blogs, looking at pictures and art on flickr and deviantart, watching music videos/shows/indie programs/movies on youtube, browsing for new music to listen to, etc. I also Google like mad. If any random bit of information I come across intrigues me by even a little bit, I'd want to know more and immediately Google it and read all about what it is and it's history, as if I'm studying for an exam. I was once told by a groupmate of mine, although I don't know if he was serious or not, "Munira, you should be the Researcher. You like to research, huh?"

Besides that, I also love editing pictures on Photoshop. I also like creating new layouts, although my knowledge is limited to basic HTML. I really need to update this blog's layout, particularly the header.

Clearly, you can see why I can be quite addicted to the internet. I'm not that proud of it.
Anyways, what I'm trying to say here is that although the digital world offers plenty of things, there is a whole world out there that is real, breathing, and full of excitement and things to explore. Make it even. If you're addicted to watching TV, try going out more to experience what is actually on the TV. If you love chatting with friends, try to meet up with them. Same goes to chatting with random people. Want to meet new people? Try going to an event or a friendly community and actually talk to people you meet there. Meeting and making new friends is fun.

Even if you can't go out much, there is actually a lot to do. You don't have to be super-outgoing and 'deep-pocketed' to enjoy tour holiday. This post is actually for you and very much for me as well. Here are some suggestions, friends!Remember, this is also an invitation to join in. If you feel like doing any of these together, just tell me. I'd be more than happy :)

Things To Do (on a budget):

Going out:

1)Call up old school friends and have a mini-reunion!

2)Gather up a few crazy friends, hop off the LRT in the middle of KL, and get lost!

3)Have a picnic at the kite park in Kepong!

4)Go over to Central Market Annexxe. Chat with artists and friendly strangers. Go to Ricecooker and listen to obscure new music.

5)Visit relatives. How often do you get to see them?

6)Check events. (on Facebook or Eventful)Go with like-minded friends. Have a laugh.

7)Go to a Young Muslims Project event. Make new friends.

8)Hangout with friends at any random venue just to talk, instead of chatting/sms. You seriously do not need a mall.

9)Movie marathon.

10)Go to a nice place to enjoy nature, the one nearest to where you live. In my case, there is Ulu Yam, FRIM, some parks, and Bukit Tabuh.

11) Become a volunteer in any activity/community projects.

12) Make a movie. It can be a documentary, a short film, or just a funny clip made with your friends.

Staying in:

1)Give your room a makeover.
It doesn't have to be drastic, simply by rearranging things and reorganizing, it'll feel fresh. If you have storage problems, buy nice cheap boxes to aid your woes.

2)Write letters to your friends.
Traditional, hand-written ones. It's a dying art, and it is a beautiful act that needs to be carried on. I'm sure it would brighten up their day.

3)Salvage your wardrobe.
Shopping is fun, but you can save. Look in your wardrobe. Are there any clothes that are torn/worn/boring? Simple sewing can help you. It really doesn't take that much to salvage that shirt with the hole, or missing buttons. I, myself, am planning on re-gluing and revamping all my old shoes. Finding new shoes... it's a pain for me.

4)Learn how to cook
Ha-ha. Start with the basics, okay? And then surprise your family with dinner :)

5)Make artwork
This one requires no rules, no crits, no consultation, no pressure. It's all in good fun. This one is for you, and only you.

6)Have a sleepover.
Girls! Invite your closest girlfriends and pillow-talk buddies and have a sleepover/pillowtalk session. Talk about life, watch movies, eat snacks, stay up, have a grand time.

7)Watch a movie.
DVD, downloaded, or on TV. Alone, with friends, or with family. Sometimes watching movies at home is just more fun.

8)Start a scrapbook.
Print your favourite pictures. Keep all your movie tickets, entrance tickets, and other random things. Glue them in a notebook and write about them. Carry this on till yer olde. ;)

9)Learn a new skill.
Be it oil painting, cooking, sewing, dancing, Auto-CAD/Sketch-Up/Photoshop, sign language; here's the time you've got. So use it well. It's enough to at least get you into the basics.

10)Read books. 'Nuff said.

Of course, there are many more options. Just remember to take it easy, have fun, and feel good. Got any ideas? Why don't you share a few?

Under the open sky, oh my

2009-04-06T18:30:00.003+08:00

Apakah persamaan yang terdapat di antara:

a)Gergasi,
b)ayam,
c)gitar,
d)kereta biru, dan
e)KAED?

Jawapannya: Majlis makan-makan dan panggang ayam Studio Satu yang berlangsung pada malam Sabtu di halaman tengah KAED.

Right after my sederhana Bahasa Melayu Komunikasi exam, (which, although not excellent, was not as disastrous as my BM paper last semester), me and my friends met up to go grocery shopping in Giant. It was I who was entrusted with the food preparation for the night's barbecue, and I roped in Mona, Farrahana, Najwa, Sue, Ain, Yaa and Nurul as well.

We had quite an adventure hunting for bargains and food items at Giant. Our budget was very small as only a handful of people had paid. What tickled me, though, was how much it felt like we were a broke family going grocery shopping, and I was the 'mom'! Naturally, it was because I was the tallest, and also because I was the only one wearing baju kurung, and I was the one with the money. I was constantly fretting about the cost, just like any good parent with a shallow pocket and 40 7 children. I mean, we have 40+ people in our studio, and only RM100+, for God's sake. Kind of reflects the times, no?

That being said, though, we did buy everything we needed but I had to top it off with some personal money. The cashier kindly joked, "Siapa tak bayar tu... jangan kasi dia makan!"

We split in half after that. Me, Mona, Yaa and Najwa headed to my home to prepare the chicken and salad, while the rest went to Ain's to make the bihun and kek batik. Now if this all seems a bit weird to you, you're not the only one. Munira? and them? Cooking? Yes, I may not be Bree van de Kamp or a housewife in the 1950's, but I am not exactly a complete disastrous oaf in the kitchen either. Just give us some inspiration and some more time, and we'd be fine.

It was all in good fun. The recipe was Mona's recipe, albeit with a little tweak from Najwa and me (my mom's suggestion though). We didn't get to marinate it for long, but ask anyone who came that night: it was gooood!
So, good news, mom. ;p

The night proceeded as planned, with many compliments to the chefs of the night (all 13 or so of them, including the guys who ~~burnt~~ grilled the chicken). After some words, jokes, advice and speeches from our lecturers and a few studiomates, out came the guitars for some strumming and sing-a-longs.
I may be a sentimental/nostalgic/emotional person, but that is a side of me kept somewhat hidden. I am the kind of person who would laugh if you sing a corny song to me, and if you hug me and say "I love you!" my outward reaction would be, "Apahal nih??". So when we started singing, I was just enjoying the moment and singing along, smiling.

And then we got to "Lucky", that lovely Jason Mraz song.
And then we got to the line "under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying.."
You really should have been there.
Here we were, in the midst of exam week, sitting in a large circle, in the courtyard, under the open night sky, singing those lyrics! It was probably one of the corniest moments in my life! I couldn't stop laughing.

It's true that I may have felt down for several weeks amounting to the final presentation and portfolio, and also after knowing my results, but I can safely say I am back now. Like how Sufjan Stevens sings in one of my personal anthems, "Chicago": "I don't mind, I don't mind..."

I always fall. And come back up again. It's the reality of life. I know that when I'm down, it won't last forever. I will get through and be able to dance in a field of sunflowers again! And that, my friends, is how I survive.

Some pictures I stole from Yaya:

Time to study to make sure I will not punch the wall the day I get my results. Haha.
Adieu..

Tanpa tajuk

2009-04-02T21:20:00.005+08:00

Hai si cermin
siapalah diriku ini?
mengapa kau melihat wajahku begitu?
eh, kau besarkan matamu?
kemudian mengecil, kebencian pula?
haruskah kau membesarkan luka
dengan cebikan wajahmu yang hodoh
membuatku terasa bodoh
teramat sangat
teramat sesat.

Hai si cermin
siapalah diriku ini?
berdarah, terpaku separuh jalan di pintu?
kemudian jatuh mendakapmu?
kacamu pecah, seribu, buatku terluka
sehingga ku sedar, kau halimunan sahaja
dengan cebikan wajahmu yang hodoh
membuatku terasa bodoh
teramat sangat
teramat sesat.

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