Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Sastera Jalanan Bahagian Tiga

3F (fear, fatigue, frustration) Street Lit Experiment No. 3
“…dan alangkah bangganya apabila seorang pemuda parti fasis ini, di tatkala hujung nyawanya bertanyakan di manakah baju uniform yang di pakainya semasa muda dahulu…”

Ianya adalah tragedi. Kerana masa dan wang mengejarku. Anglo Saxon dan Bani Yaakob menjejaki dan menelanku. Aku pernah mendirikan suatu perhubungan istimewa dengan seorang dari kromsom XX, yakni jantina perempuan. Maafkan aku jika penyataan saintifik tadi silap kerana aku malas mahu menyemak buku sains tingkatan lima di stor, macam lah aku amik subjek Biologi mase SPM dulu.Cheh!!. Muzik, arak, judi, dadah, kerja, membeli = Bunuh diri, Kanser, membunuh, terbunuh, depresi, inflasi. Perempuan yang aku ada hubungan nie, tak cantik, gemuk, buruk, tapi aku suka, sebab aku suka, tiada penjelasan yang logik atau saintifik. Tiada retorik tiada dialektik. Jangan cepat melatah, nanti kita yang patah. Dan konflik pun berlaku, ianya begini dan begitu. Tak perlu tahu, kerana yang penting kalian tahu, terjadinya konflik dalaman, diantara personal liberalisasi feminisme perempuan itu, dan kediktatorial ultra-monarki prinsip diriku. (An) War. Fasisme dan logika politik populi tempatan, Machiavelli. Hubungan kami pun punah, kerana si perempuan bermain kayu tiga (unlimited edition of loyalty, royalty for limited edition). Ternyata ianya menghancurkan hatiku. Makanya aku telah melahirkan rasa kebenciaan yang amat sangat dan dendam kesumat. Aku tonton filem Count of Monte Cristo, tapi tak dari mula. Ada novel dengan judul yang sama tapi aku tak baca lagi, banyak gila muka suratnya, dalam PDF pulak tu. Dan juga filem V for Vendetta, ianya asal sebuah komik bersiri terbit di luar negara, tapi aku takde pulak koleksinya. Apepun aku seronok tengok kedua-dua filem ini. Maka hendak di jadikan cerita hubungan kami pun terputus, sedih sungguh aku di buatnya. Bayangkan sedihnya tu sampai aku tak lalu makan Mee bandung yang di bawa segar dari Muar. Makanya selepas aku sudah putus hubungan dengan si dia. Aku cuba menganalisis perhubungan kami. Aku dapati ada kemungkinan dan keraguan tentang betapa hanya si dia saja punca hubungan kami tidak menjadi. Mungkin ada faktor dari dalam dan dari luar, yang menarik dia keluar, dan menolak dia pergi. Mungkin aku telah tidak bersikap adil, tidak melayan dia dengan sebaiknya, terlalu mengongkong, terlalu cemburu…uugghh…ada silap aku jugak rupanya, tapi ego tetap ada kan? Kita Melayu mesti Kiasu, bak kata Ungku Aziz…hehe..abaikan tetapi dari analisis tentang perhubungan ini aku dapati satu kejutan yang amat sangat, yakni korang semua nak tahu, betapa aku di sepanjang cerita yang aku coretkan di atas, bukan lah sebenarnya aku, yakni penulis, tetapi aku dapati dari analisis cerita ini yang aku sebenarnya adalah seorang individu lain bernama Jerry Patafizik…pelik!


Inspirasi : Alfred Jarry, Pierre Bayard, Pierre Bayard, Pierre Bayard rules!
Playlist : Limb Bizkit

Saturday, December 13, 2008

La la la la

Balada Jerry Patafizik...(Eksperimen Prosa Sastera Jalanan [Street Lit]) Bahagian Dua

Merdre!!! (English : Shitrr!)

I’m a loser, fuck me. Haha…gelak!!!..tidur! bangun pagi, tapi tak serupa pagi, matahari dah meninggi. Bangun, tak mandi, tak gosok gigi. Makan chikedis, minum Coca-Cola™. Fat slob, anorak, trainspotter. Masturbasi™ itu hobi. Gila punya orang. Stadi sains sosial, tapi tak reti jaga diri, tak tanggungjawab, salahkan pak menteri. Cilake punye Government™, sial punya Capitalist™. Buka famflet Anarchy™, buka buku filosofi, buka PDF Socialist™, buka zine Punk™, dengar lagu Thrash Metal©, Black Metal™, Death Metal©, Dangdut® sampai mual. Revolusi™! Reformasi™! politikus lawat/lewat/l*wat (a-e-i-o-u) lagi, konspirasi!. Kadar jenayah tinggi, geleng-geleng kepala mengeluh… zzzZzzZZz… Surf internet, tengok satelit tv---sepanjang hari, hidup ke begini? (guna sofa IKEA™, meja IKANO™, handphone NOKIA™) Makan nasik, lauk masak lemak, ikan keli, mengantuk! tidur lagi. Straight Edge© hari minggu, Vegan© separuh masa. Jadi parasit, jadi kutu, tunggu, menagih rezeki. Nak jadik Hippies™, baca Vice magazine® kat CC librari universiti. Tak artikulasi, mendiam diri. Anti sosial tapi risau pasal privasi, pasal sekuriti…anti-work, anti-corporate multi nasional, trans nasional company…Bla! Bla! Bla! Pakai cermin mata tebal, tak cukur janggut, misai tak jaga…rambut panjang pening kepala, isap rokok Israel™ lagi. Jeans koyak pergi tampal, ibu kata bila nak beli baju pakai duit sendiri…ZZZzzZZZZzzz…jaga malam, layan khayalan. Menipu kata menyembunyi, misteri. Gila babi. Tengok 3gp, lucah lagi, video porno, dah lali. Pornografi---page 3, Playboy™, Penthouse™, Baywatch, stacy. Cakap tak serupa bikin, bila mau sedar nie!!!

Inspirasi - Azman Hussin (Penulis Tempatan, salah satu karya beliau sebuah cerpen berjudul Boxing, Boxing, Boxing “ dunia nie keras, sebab tu kita nie, manusia suke yang lembut-lembut”), Alfred Jarry, Roger Shattuck, Astro tv, [Hotlink Maxis, KFC, Marlboro, Colgate, Coca-Cola], [Superman, Spiderman, Bendera Star & Stripes (USA) Union Jack (UK) dan Bendera Peranchis].

Playlist semasa menulis :-

Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and Hot Dog Flavored Water

Limp Bizkit - Significant Other

Dark Knight - Batman the Movie

Baca sesuatu penulisan itu, macam menonton filem Zombie Kampung Pisang, yang rasa ianya humour, ya ianya humour, yang rasa ianya bermesej, ya mungkin bermesej, yang rasa ianya artistik, boleh jadi ianya artistik dan berestetika, yang fikir ianya membosan dan macam haram, memang ianya membosankan dan macam haram…hehe…yang penting kita balik rumah nanti, hati senang, pikiran tenang, perut kenyang, alat masih boleh tegang, maknenye tiada ED atau PE laa tu, tak begitu? – Elfy fareezy bin ??? (alamak aku dah lupa nama bapak dia daaa!) [bukan nama sebenar]

Monday, November 10, 2008

DiGi & U Mobile

Semalam, aku jalan-jalan dekat tempat awam. teman kawan aku beli permainan consol elektronik PS2. tengah jalan-jalan aku nampak iklan. iklan DiGi bergandingan dengan U mobile. DiGi warna kuning, U mobile warna Oren. Signifikante dengan blog aku. aku tersenyum. Jangan pandang enteng pengaruh pengiklanan di sekeliling kita. McD tiada apa-apa tanpa iklan ntah-apa-apa-ntah mereka. Perniagaan, kewangan, ekonomi bukan lah sesuatu yang aku terlalu faham, tapi ada perkara yang kita kena faham. Faham pula adalah sesuatu yang dalam, kefahaman kita berbeza-beza mengikut masa dan tempat kita berkembang, ilmu dan pengalaman yang kita miliki. aku masih tidak faham, kenapa insan lain tidak faham aku...huhu...tipikal keluhan. Abaikan, makanya DiGi itu Kuning, kuning itu Yellow dalam Inggeris, maka U mobile itu oren, oren itu Orange dalam Inggeris. Welcom to my blog of Yellow & Orange. Perhatikan signifikant dan relevant isu di sekeliling kita.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Street Law & Jungle Rules...Darwinism survived!!!

“ReCollection of Dixonian Nighmares”…Part One


“Kita nie, golongan kaki-kaki reformasi dan revolusi nie, kita..hidup kita di sini, dan matinya, jikalau boleh di sini jua. Maka, mengapa kadangkala kita lihat, banyak revolusi, pemberontakan, hasilnya gagal… kita kena perhatikan sejarah, sejarah banyak ceritanya.. kalau revolusi kita berjaya… kaedah, tanggungjawab, tugas kita akan jadi berubah, pasti berubah, siapa lagi yang mahu kita lawan, diri kita sendiri, ya…boleh jadi, diri kita sendiri. Makanya, revolusi tidak harus menjadi, atau berhasil..haha.. di masa kita hidup ini, agar sepanjang hayat kita, kita dalam keadaan berjuang, itu yang menjadi indah kehidupan itu, kita lahir, berjuang, mati pun dalam berjuang, kerana psikologi manusia nie, kengkadang memang tak boleh menerima perubahan sangat, nanti boleh jadi lupa diri, lahir berjuang, eh..tiba-tiba jadi yang berkuasa, berharta…maka boleh alpa dan lupa jadinya. Lantas, menjadi saling tak tumpah dengan mereka-mereka yang kaki menindas…Dugaannya pasti kuat, Pasti…Oleh itu, jangan gentar dan jangan putus asa untuk berjuang, untuk lawan, kerana hari ini pasti menjanjikan yang indah asalkan kita tidak abaikan apa yang terindah dalam diri kita, Lawan dan terus berjuang!”

“Kemerdekaan negara kita itu, Cuma simbol sahaja, ikon, cara diplomasi kita untuk tidak mencari gaduh dengan kawan-kawan yang menindas. Iya, penjajah juga kawan, tapi bukan kawan yang baik, kawan makan kawan, begitu…yang penting kita dapat merasakan kemerdekaan dan kebebasan kita di dalam jiwa kita ini, yang terutama adalah hati. Kita dapat rasakan yang kita sudah merdeka dari dahulu lagi. Sejarah tidak banyak menceritakan, kerana kadangkala sejarah sengaja disembunyikan. Kita sudah lama merdeka, perjuangan datuk nenek kita adalah sebenarnya suatu perjuangan mempertahankan kemerdekaan, bukan untuk mendapatkan kemerdekaan, kita lawan sebab kawan kita kurang ajar, kita ajar, bila Tunku angkat tangan menjulang ucap MERDEKA, itu umpama kita memeluk dan berjabat tangan dengan kawan kita, dan berkata, takmau gaduh, gaduh lagi laa.. kita tetap merdeka, terus merdeka. Lagipun, dalam hidup kita, kita memang di pengaruhi dan dibentuk oleh kawan-kawan, bukan?.. kawan kawan kita kutuk kita, fitnah kita amik awek kita, tapi adakah apa yang dilakukan merendahkan martabat kita? Sudah tentu tidak…mentaliti jatuh sikit adalah, kan? Nak-nak awek kene cilok, tapi hidup terus hidup. Oleh itu lain kali, kalau ada orang tanya kita dah merdeka berapa lama, kita jawab..cakap sesama kawan, atau cakap berlapik diplomasi lima puluh tahun laa, tapi kalau cakap dari hati dan hakiki, sudah lebih 500 tahun dan lebih lagi, aku, datukku, moyangku sudah merdeka, kerana kami memang insan yang merdeka! Tetapi kita sekarang nie, jangan pulak lupa kawan kawan yang sama masih di luar sana, siap sedia untuk merampas awek baru kita!”

“…yang bertudung itu, indah…makanan yang bertutup, kita yakin sedikit nak menjamahnya. Kalau yang terbiar tu, kita risau dah masuk angin, nanti perut sakit. Manusia memang suka hal-hal yang bertutup, macam hal rumah tangga orang, hal tunang orang, hal baju dalam orang, kan suka tu, benda yang tersembunyi, tak di ketahui, tersorok, amat di sukai. Kalau tak takkan majalah gosip boleh laku, rancangan tv gossip orang ramai tengok, blog gossip orang baca, memang lumrah kut, sejak dulu lagi, dari zaman Rennaissance lagi, malah sebelum tu pun, semangat inkuiri tu apa, semangat ingin tahu..ingin tahu tentang hal-hal yang masih tersembunyi, tertutup, bila tertutup, tersorok ini, nilainya tinggi, rahsia…ramai orang suka nak tahu rahsia, bila dah tahu, jadi biasa-biasa lah.. maka yang tak diketahui ini indah, maka yang bertudung itu, indah…”

the komplikashion between the lines

“RECOLLECTION OF DIXONIAN NIGHTMARES”…Part Two

THE CONFLICT: ROCK N ROLL OR GIRLFRIEND?
I used to be a Rock and Roll music fan. I called it a Rock and Roll even though at the time of my involvement, it can be considered as underground music movement. You know, it was the time when Nirvana (still remember? Kurt Cobain?) Hit the Billboard. But, instead using it as an underground statement, I much prefer to categorize it as Rock and Roll. It is because the root of all the noisy sound of music is the Rock and Roll; Elvis Presley, the Beatles, Neil Young is their godfathers. While during my involvement into these so-called underground scene, a friend of mine, once said to me that, the period of your anger unleashed is between 15-25 years old, if you can go further than that; it mean, you are a very good fan. He smiles. Nowadays, I felt myself are becoming ageing and ageing. As another good friend of mine says, it is difficult to be an adult. It’s so damn much truth in that ugly statement. As much truth that my respective mentor-teacher also have said to me before I ended the school, after SPM examination, welcome to the society, it is not much sweet or sour as you seen on TV. Good point. But, I asked to myself, is it I am old enough? No, I am not, I answered back to myself. But this rotten world that put me into such madness. The world is old, I always thought. As much as madness that the young me suffered after a broken hearted by my first special girlfriend (it is a mere self-proclaim only, because she actually never thought that I was her boyfriend, poor me, or she is my imaginary friend or what? I dunno, sick, sick sick me!) Love is nearly madness, Dr Jung - - - was a cutting dialogue from the film titled “the Soul keeper”, I always admired how Dr. Sabina Spielrein has a strong heart to cure from her illness and madness. Oh, in this silk screen, she once felt in love with Dr. Carl Gustav Jung, a protégée and a good friend of Dr. Sigmund Freud. Her love to Mr. Jung is not realized because Mr. Jung at that time is already married. But she still go through her life, accepted her fate, return back to Moscow, married another guy, gave birth, study medicine and psychoanalysis, build a hospital then be killed by Nazi (the leader : Adolf Hitler). But, just before been shot, her book also has been prohibited by U.S.S.R Communist Party, lead by Josef Stalin. Love is what made the world goes round, so thus money, the guns, the beautiful models and gravity. I, during this young period of time (life) have face 2 love stories, and both ended, because the girls can not stand me anymore. First girl last for 3 years and second girl much shorter only last for 3 months. Nice! So, this how it goes, first girl hated me so much because I like to talk about the Revolutionary subject; you know, stuff like Che Guevara, Karl Marx, anti-capitalist, punk, anarchy, etcetera. That is so fucken stoopidity. Oh, its okay then, lesson learned, I will no longer talk about Revolution subject with the girls anymore. Then, second one, she hated me so much because I like to talk about the Conspiracy theories; you know stuff like Freemason, Kennedy, Knight Templar, Illuminati, NWO, and etcetera. That is also so, so fucken stoopidity too! But, it okay, lesson learned again. But you know the real reason why here is that, everybody knows (even the baby) that; rebels sell, shadow government isn’t logic. Man, where is your mind. Stop sleeping; wake up and joint the parade of consumerism (plus hedonism) and imperialism (extra colonialism). This is a real world, not the matrix. So, from this 2 experiences, I have made my own strategies, for my in coming third, coming-soon special girlfriend, I will not talked about non sense anymore and I will told her that I am also not into Rock and Roll, because it was a bad music. Man…I’m good gentleman. Ha-ha. So, here there are, my story, do you believe it? No, don’t believe, there is no truth in it; I always fabricated my story, like you know; for cause of my break up, the real answer was cholesterol not Revolution or Conspiracy (or the real truth is, I actually never ever had a special girlfriend at all!).Anyway, sorry for a bad Grammar and bad English, whether you are American or British oriented, it still messed up, and sorry for storyline that always go off at a tangent. I always liked that. Have a no bad haired day is enough.
P/s - - - : Sufism any girl? Rumi, Bayazid, Junayd, al-Hallaj, are this topic okay?

THE HATRED IS CORE OF MY ANGER! (STREET LITERATURE EXPERIMENT)
So, do you like fat man with no money? I had a friend; my friend is a good looking guy. He has so many fans and admirers, both female and male, yes, male included. One of his fans is you. But, my friend did not much bother about you, and did not often reply your SMS because he actually liked one of your closest friends. Long saga summarized, you is perfectly just like a big stone cold in the middle of the tiny little road. The eyesore only, so, do you like fat man with no money? One day, to begin this saga story, I had a class with you. My friend finds out about it, and tells me. In the class I saw you, did not say hello to you, instead perfectly silent. But, when I meet my friend, I told a good compliance about you, hoping that his perspective over you could change a little bit. I told her that you such a nice, pretty, and smart girl. Oh, God have mercy upon me! Only you know what running in my minds? So, do you like fat man with no money? However, my friend SMS back what that I have told him about you to you, somehow it makes you arrogance or something, therefore you did not reply my smile in front of the class and the gas station, isn’t? Merde (shit in French), shit! I heard that you suffered an accident last year, isn’t? God know, you deserve it, beeyotch! (Bitch in American slang) Bastardos! (Bastard in Latino American slang) So, do you like fat man with no money? Fuck you; I don’t ever like you, what reason for that cheap arrogance? I just wanna help you, pity on you, sympathy on you because your SMS did not been replied, so this is how your re treated me? FUCK YOU! Goddamn you Anglo-American-wannabe girl. Fucken whore!!! No thanks to you, Hedonism, Darwinism, C.I.A and pop culture sensation, Go to JomHeboh & credit card dot com!!! So, do you like fat man with no money? MySpace and Facebook, for aged I did not log in, to see another whores and foes. Oh, this fucken YouTube didn’t have a new pornographic yet? Oh shit, I forgot I didn’t have YM account too…
So thus life goes by, my friend who has handsome - good looking had a huge fucken ugly attitude, you are such a pimp daddy, drug pusher, fuckin wanker. Is this you called friendships? You are same with you fucken bitch, arrogance as fuck, shithead as hell. No manners shithole, wasted brain, lunatic asshole addict, Satanism! Antecristo!
P/s - - - are you following Malaysian political scenario? I say, Khairy and Anwar is a same coin but different part. It is because the conspiracy theories believe that, whoever win, WE win. Then, who is WE in this matter? Is up to you to find out, Revolutionary jacket…conspiracy theories always lies. They are always having much jealousy towards Mr. Rothschild and Mr. Rockefeller. One is in the United Kingdom (recruited); another is in the United States (red carpeted). Like they said, mere speculation is not valid evidence, ah-ha!

JOHNNY B. GOODE
Today is Sunday. Yesterday is Saturday. Tomorrow is Monday. No page 3 girl or playboy centerfold on my lap, but a newspaper for today. 3GP pornographic still active, naah...it is not an issue at all, we had technology, we had freedom of expression, we have artistic minded, we are organic nuts, we have our tiny little pink brain, why we should uses our brain? Pink sucks in some way, anyway. George Walker Bush blessing Israel yesterday, Hail America!!! Palestine Zero, USA Seventy Seven. It was shoes that really matter, an ability to fit into another person shoes, empathy. What had happen in this world they say, are…a bunch of people who wanted to do a good things, but in the end, history write it all. George Walker Bush Junior, believe by helping Israel, he done a good thing, so thus, Josef Stalin during USSR regime towards his countrymen. Tyranny seems a good way; we called it a tyranny, but he thought it was good methods, perhaps as a good lesson to his fellow citizen. So, thus Malaysia and our neighbour Singapore? Tun Mahathir said, It will threatened the citizen, but that is not how our leader thought, but who hold the truth? We talk about politics, we talk about business. We have our brain, don’t use it, but waste it. Easy escapism, one man’s hell is another man’s heaven.