MIMI - Through the Rain
ACTIVITY 3
Find a photo of a character about whom you wish to write: Someone other than yourself.
- Describe the content of the photo (up to 80 words) - in the notebook.
- Describe of that which sits outside the photo: who was taking it, what was just out of shot, who was present, the location, the time and other such details - some can be imagined (notebook)
- COMBINE AND INTEGRATE THE TWO VERSIONS, SO IT READS LIKE THE STORY OF THE PHOTO BEING TAKEN (POST ON BLOG)
Call him IRREVERENT. HE couldn't care more. He strutted his stuffs with all his will and grace, deafening his ears from all the tantrums thrown at him unnecessarily. "He DEFIES the norm", they say. What is norm? He asked. Is it to wear formal attire when there's ANOTHER option? He begs to differ. Yes, he is the one wearing BAJU BATIK, among the few of the wearer, amidst a batalion of SUITS wearer. Always smiling, despite the air-conditioner of the car we rented turned out to be malfunctioned. 'There goes our make-up!" We exclaimed. Our photo stood up BRIGHTER than the one on the stage, did it not? (:
A good samaritan snapped this picture and it turned out to be very PICTURESQUE. You can see for yourself what sort of event we were attending - Majlis Pra Graduan aka Pre Graduation Lunch, to celebrate the soon-to-be-graduated us. Held in Equatorial Hotel Melaka, we couldn't be any HAPPIER. All the ups and downs were FINALLY paid off. We made it through the RAIN. And I couldn't make it without them. Especially not without HIM. Such a philantrophic person he is. Such a TRUE friend.
All the thanks in the world, MOHD FAIZ BIN YAHAYA.
You'll Always Have Me.
Let's not be defeated and in grief,
Open your eyes and tell me what do you see,
Of this picture, of this world, of me?
Let there be you against the world,
Let the sea uproars with its sickening swirl,
Cry the river, cry the ocean,
You're still entitled to heaven.
What are you afraid of my loved one?
To be alone, and be made fun?
To be labelled to sheer run?
To be ostracized and felt like you have no one?
You'll always have me don't you worry
Let us retreat, me and thee,
Step into the paradise and you will realize,
That life is not as cold as ice.
(From an imaginary friend)
I Wanna Run Away From All This.
That they hate me, loathe me, despise me to the lowest,
Yes I'm a pest now, a bugger they don't want to see.
O god take me away from this cruel world,
Where people only see their own reflections and ignore of others,
Where only they are the saints when I'm the devil,
Ah yes, so much of the 2 years.
If only I could be in this paradise,
I would forget all the deceptions and all the lies,
I could cry till all my water dries,
And I could heal the wounds of years that passed by.
The one stop that never stops.
3 years was all it took to keep me in trance,
Of the joy, sorrow and everything within a glance,
The place which gave me choice,
And offered me the chance.
At first I sought an escape from it,
Wanting the heart to order my feet,
To revoke myself, and to retreat,
To make myself look of an irreverent git.
As I came to my senses of this whole new world,
My heart stopped its nonsensical swirl,
No longer did I stumble,
No longer the hair doomed of its curl.
The friends I've found whom I shall treasure,
The achievements I've gained which I shall measure,
The memories I had were all too pleasure,
The endings I dreaded in tearjerking closure.
Lendu o Lendu,
How I miss you.
The child prodigy poem.
Imagine being a child prodigy who is not understood by people around you. You long for friendship and a normal life. Wrote a poem describing your life.
Me against the world.
They cast disbelieving look upon me
When I managed to come up with the answer
‘How could that be?’
They could not decipher.
They used to be my friends,
We played along, tagged along,
We beat the hell out of each other,
We did things, we just couldn’t bother
We danced, we sang songs,
Nothing seemed wrong.
Why can’t they understand?
That I am in bad hands
The hands of those who were full of envy
The looks of those all too weary
Weary over me
For reasons I could not fathom
For being alienated, feeling far away from home,
When I am here, for you to see,
To ridicule, to mock, to the satisfaction of thee
Ow....
What about me?
What is to become of me?
Which part of me is different,
Which made me look so irreverent?
To which at every moment,
I would end up in disappointment,
That I often ask myself,
Am I an alien?
Look at me, and tell what you see,
Do you see me having four hands
And eyes all over me?,
To poke and protrude the life of yours,
To make you hate me with full force,
Is being intelligent makes me different,
Is being like this only rewards me with frustration?
I long for things to be as they used to be,
I wish for them to be who they used to be,
To be my friends, everywhere and every when,
I want a life all too normal
No twist, no turn, and definitely no swirl,
Not wishing for the mother of all pearl,
But for a life I could see myself fitting in,
For things to do without feeling sinned,
For friends to stick by me,
Through thick and thin.
Black and White postcard poem.
Happiness.
It's something universal,
That even the black people enjoy,
They do it in pairs,
Or alone in joy.
It's not strange,
For a black to wear all-white,
And yet the teeth to shine all bright,
Flashed out from a smile that is all too wide.
It's something so simple,
And yet so striking,
It's sweeter than dimple,
And knows no Viking.
It's something we know all too well,
But experience all too little,
It's something we want to dwell,
It's everything we want to meddle.
It is the happiness that knows no color,
It is everything but sour,
It's forever scrumptious to devour,
It's the fruit of our labour,
From me to you,
My dearest lover.
(To my imaginary lover)
Imagine receiving this postcard from someone dead/living/imaginary friend.
My color.
My friend, my beloved, my savior,
You are my endless source of power,
You are my pillars,
You are my tower.
The color you provide,
Amidst the black and white,
With all your might,
It shined all bright.
Alone you were,
And yet never sour,
You thoroughly enjoy,
You were no decoy.
Speaks a thousand words,
This picture here,
Of which I have inserted,
For you to treasure.
No High Fidelity you ask?
It's because myself and at least another girl entered the class considerably later than others and therefore we missed the movie session.
I've consulted Mr. Jaferi though regarding the matter and he said we didn't have to do it and that he would give another assignment for us to do.
I shall consult him again to ask about it. In the meantime, good say Sir! (:
