The hearts of a hundred thousand poets beating for a change,
will your heart beat for a change too?



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Will be performing at NSTP e-Media on 24th September 2011. 4-6pm.
Spread the word, spread the love.
Thank you Jamal Raslan for the opportunity, I'm honored.

Stop categorizing race - We're MALAYSIANS


What's race? What does that prove? Cina, Melayu, India, dan lain-lain? People should stop categorizing race if they really want to make a change to the Gov & Malaysia.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgvbrL4xGys&feature=player_embedded


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And yes, we should keep our children that way. We're no different from each other, we're Malaysians. All of us. Of hope, love, gratitude, modesty, harmony, courtesy, respect, tolerance and peace for our country nation & for the development of our future generation.


Can't all of us just have a Happy Merdeka? Cheers, for our children.



Aleya Ariana. 26 August 2011,
1.24 AM

Perempuan hati peluru lepaskan das terakhir sambil
menghidu darah dan daging suam-suam panas, ada bunga ros putih ditepi dirambutnya



moris abdullah said hearts like mushroom, perempuan toksik hati macam zebra
bila nyanyi quizzical seperti hidup dalam momentum tak punya dinding
degil macam kuda mahu maki mahu tapi malu hati tak sama girang
baring di rumput padang tembak wajah hibiscus kata kata mudah putus ekor
bila sampai hujung bibir yang cuma ada senyum patah bunga api mabuk menari
dalam malam pelangi 23 balerina sedang berenang di kepala piano
monita fang wanita yang suka pakai cucuk sanggul fluoresen
masih lagi teruja bila petik lighter banyak kali tapi tak berjaya
peluk pelukan hangat dari dalam seperti angin datang menampar pipi
-21 aku pun tak percaya sambil makan Rocky menggigil macam monyet kena belacan
tengok windmill dekat netherlands cuba tangkap bintang bintang terbang
yang tinggal hati tak elok, yang pergi hati tak senang
tulisan Alexandria makin kabur cebisan kata mudah pecah mula hilang
derita itu tak selamanya; lukanya tetap kekal dan masih lagi tidak biasa dengan biasa
setiap yang disentuh ertinya jauh lebih istimewa dari erti itu sendiri
bila yang sunyi merasa ragu dalam ketawa takut pada bayang dalam cermin
mimpi buruk semakin liar hura hara kirimkan kejutan jahat
kabus tebal telah mengaburi mata untuk melihat wajahnya untuk kali terakhir
bayang Alexandria menjadi satu dengan debu dan asap sungai yang
mengalirkan air matanya menjadi lagu dalam bunga - baunya dihidu oleh Tuhan
dia itu cinta yang mencintakan dirinya dan cinta itu dia
dan aku perempuan aku sendiri, milik aku.




Aleya Ariana. 22 Julai 2011,
3.42 pagi

Painfully True, Bersih 2.0


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCetbFLceFI&feature=share

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Terima kasih Pak Samad kerana memahami perasaan rakyat.
You have always been my number 1.



I WORRY FOR MY MALAYSIA!!

We were never invisible


Of hands that entwined together, of touch that is almost too gentle and fragile.
Almost as easy as throwing and smashing glasses on the floor. Just for the fun of it. Put the bits of glasses on a plate. Now eat them. Watch TV. Talk to it. Response, talk again. Punch the wall. Punch again. Punch a dream. Pull back, come forward.
Go back and forth again. Take the wrong bus. Get stranded. Be poor. Be rich, then be poor again. And of love, battle, bad, scars, tears, weddings, pain, sickness, smiles and heartaches. They are now beautiful. Embrace and back into the deep. Whisper to my ear. Scribble on a paper. Play with crayons. Hang it to the wall. Go out. Tell someone they're beautiful. Walk away. Go to the forest. Talk to the trees. Go near the lake. Splash some cold water on your face. Shut your eyes. Feel me. Breathe with me. Carry me. Laugh a lot. Hold hands. Lie down. Kisses on the forehead. Look up to the stars then look at each other again. Kiss again. Go underneath the blanket. Held each other closely. Roll over a few times. Hugs tightly. Be quiet. Be loud. Cry, smile and cry again. Hugs from behind. Stay. A little closer, but not too close. Just stay. Throw me into the dark, throw me into the light. Run. Faster, I said faster this time. Dance like the bright shadows. Throw me higher, up and higher. Drive like the speed of sound and light. Don't look back. Just keep driving. Fast, fast. Faster! Hit the accelerator harder! Listen to my silent, you will hear my voice. Throw a flying kiss. Have a nightmare. Sleep now, wake up in 5 minutes. Run downstairs. Cook your own meal. Get undress. Stay in the bathtub. Go back to sleep again. Cut your own hair. Grow them longer and cut it again. Write letters. Fall in love, fall out of love. Fall again. Get married. Get divorce. Get married again. Be patient and angry at the same time. Change your mind. Change it again. Ride on a bicycle. Eat lots of ice cream. Go to markets. Have a picnic after that. Jump and swim in the deepest ocean. Swim like a mermaid. Swim till you're exhausted. Touch the sand. Fold hundreds of paper stars. Put them in a bottle. Throw them back into the ocean. Say a prayer. Walk under the rain. Drink hot Milo. Eat Kuih Lapis. Look out the window. God is smiling.




Aleya Ariana. 21 May 2011,
1.09 a.m