Remembering Fukushima 2011, Ryoichi Wago’s “Shi no Tsubute” (Pebbles of Poetry)

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I haven’t uploaded any new poem onto this weblog since 2009 (click here to read some cool old ones if you have time and space). Maybe ’cause I haven’t come across anything that speaks to my soul of late.

This does. This post is part of Ryoichi Wago’s impromptu prose as one of the survivors of that terrible disaster. He tweeted his poetry right after the Fukushima incident that came without warning. I hope his words will speak to your soul too.

At the earthquake-triggered tsunami hit area in Minamisoma, Fukushima - ABC News

Excerpt from “Shi no Tsubute” (Pebbles of Poetry)…

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Silly-time-wasting-nothing-better-to-do FAIRY TALE (gal version)

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A story of a girl who’s trying to ‘tackle’ her boyfriend’s mom

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Teech SEZ: It’s been a long time since I shared the writings of others on this weblog. Enjoy this story written by one of my ex-undergrad Miss N Sakinah, that I edited a bit. It’s really sincere… and FUNNY too!!!

It’s really silly to confess but I have trouble getting along with people my first time meeting them. It has happened so many times before and I don’t really know why my shy feelings suddenly appear without my permission… especially during ‘that’ time I met my boyfriend’s mom!

Maybe I was too nervous or maybe I’m too stupid at that time. All I can do was silence myself. All the words that came out from my mouth seem lame to me. This feeling was all over me at that time, “Why am I here? Say something Kina you idiot!” And I kept on saying this in my mind.

Frankly, my boyfriend’s mom isn’t snobbish at all. She’s actually really nice. Can you see now how stupid I am? People say that the first impression is important. Sadly, I’ve failed to impress her during my first time meeting her. My lips were so heavy and hard to open and I’m unusually speechless!

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Three poems on LOVE = ahava, amour, cinta, liebe, pyaar, sarane

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From waayyy back in February 2002, from six writings on the age of story of love, I present to you but only three. This emotion called love, is just so damn bloody difficult to understand, what more when it involves two persons who are not the same and can never be the same.

In the end, would it’ve been better to have loved and lost or to not to have loved at all? Who knows. Maybe, perhaps. Who the hell knows…

 

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A poem for all of us who ‘think’ that we are authors and writers

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Teech Airil sez – I’ve always been fascinated by the process of thinking and writing, some authors like Stephen King can write at the rate a modern factory produces cars, others write short thought provoking thought pieces that will leave us in awe of the power of the written word.

This pre year 2000 poem below, was the result of my own frustrations in trying to write things for the Warwick University Writing Programme. Well i can tell you in the here and now, that none of my works were ever chosen and i was never inducted into the prestigious programme. But hey, we write, we get rejected (like we always do) and we live on to write another day… right?

Thank God for weblogs, Warwick Writing Programme kiss my brown ass!!!

Attending to the Form

I am an apprentice creator
(sometimes i think i’m a writer)
within these walls I create
(when everyone else is sleeping)

Sometimes i think that i am a writer...

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Beget Inc: the era of made-to-order cute little human babies?

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Teech Airil sez – I wrote this pre-year 2000 poem with the future clearly in my mind. Advancements in genetics and life sciences will one day allow us to make the sentiments in this poem a reality – and create a made-to-order baby! Will that day be the dawn of the next step in human evolution? Or will it lead the end of our humanity as we know it? Well… you decide for yourself.

Beget Inc

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Falling for you: an unrequited kind of love

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Teech Airil sezA love unsaid and unspoken, can sometimes be the strongest of emotions, but then sadly and tragically only the person feeling it… feels it. Maybe this is what real love is about? Feeling happy for someone unselfishly yet with total devotion?

A-djinn the lyrical poet says – I wrote this based on my own feelings toward someone. It is sad for me because, even if i longed for him, i couldn’t tell him the truth. It’s impossible to tell him because there is a big difference between him and me. When I see him in front of me, I still cannot tell him and that really makes me hurt because of the feelings that I keep inside. Well, no matter how much it hurts I still admire him and I hope that he will always be happy.

How sad... i've fallen for you

Falling for you

How sad
I have fallen for you

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