I've always loved bears From the gummy to the teddy to big ol' grizzly There's a sort of comfort that they bring The bigger the bear, the more comforting Teddy guards me when I sleep at night Ursa Minor helps navigate with bright twinkly lights Gummy bears are soooooo good for the tummy And bear hugs, they make everything better, really! So I poem when I'm happy I sketch when I'm bored I bear when I'm frowny And I verb noun words To bear (v.): to make a bear appear out of nowhere, usually on paper, in order to cure anything. (Works only on nuri) Though parrots are also instantly cured when pirates play with them. T minus char? -parrot-Bloo by Nuri.Ramli
Bhaloo
Strikeout 2009
A new year is here, woohoo and confetti Though 2011 would mean much more to me ;) But while I wait I'll enjoy 2010 And may each day be carpe diem-ed Sorta. The year will be put to much planning Researching places and cartographing Learning from Pirate maritime terminology And how to navigate the seas effortlessly Sure Parrot's got her elevens and tiny wings But it's always nice to learn new things No expectations though that it'll all be easy Poseidon's temperamental, he'll throw some rough seas But that's life isn't it We'll take it as it comes And if you're a parrot you write about it In the form of a poem (: -parrot-
Today's title is brought to you by Lee: th3fox.deviantart.com
“Don’t grin too long you might miss 4 3 2 1″
"koka sails samundar in jamni ship flying nila flag"
One day I'll get that right. And it will be penned boldly at the top of my journal. Until then, 2010 things:
1. shiver
2. increase punjabi vocab
3. draw a map THE MAP
Gerardus Mercator, I'm coming.
And Atlas, can you lower the heavens a little
so Pirates and Parrots can sail and fly closer together.
Other than that '09 has been good.
May the attack of the binary 010110 be as kind.
neva saal di lakhkhusyian hove
-parrot-
November Raindrops
Farewell November. You’ve always been good to me. Thank you for your cloudy days and torrential rain. And the people who amused me with their words.
“MJ. he seems to defy gravity. kinda active at night and likes to hold hands and play” – Lee shares what playtime with slow loris pet MJ is like.
“i like punching in the code. i feel like im in some kind of super secret place. a place that james bond would like to enter” - Hana on numeric keypads at the office.
“No.” – Rooney rules out on Italian-Indian fusion Pavaroticanai.
“oi shut up poo, im not green or grouchy!” - Adrian Ron on being nothing like Oscar. Hah.
“But. I waer boots everyday :( And that wasn’t a typo.” - GrammarNaziLili on boots. And possibly crack.
“They call it devolution of the species.” – Fuzzy makes me feel better about getting old.
“reindeer steak..yumm. i shall join you in spirit, while counting ’shiny’ things in my tiny purse” – Cousin eats rudolph for dinner because she can’t find her pot of gold.
“2 from the left lamp and 44 north!!” – Ames spills the beans on where we buried it.
“i believe the right word is “lisajous” but i guess lisa’s juice is much more convenient” – Future professor Manoj recounts ECD lectures and proves why engineering remains a heavily male dominated field.
“my professor always asks the girl from korea about china” – Colleen on blind professors.
“but i dont like the yellow man” – Bender’s reason for not changing service providers. Yellow man hate trumps love for ducks.
“you just have to poke really really hard at the food! that technique is very difficult with rice and steak though, but very good if your diet consists completely of marshmellows” – Brandon teaches me how to be a better asian chopstick user.
“I’m keeping my dirty old German” – Farah and her first aid kit. Maybe.
Sillies.
Oh oh, what do Pirates take when they’re feeling feverish?
… Parrotcetamol! (:
Or they should because really, parrot’s the best cure there is when you’re a pirate. Arrr!
Feel better soon.
-parrot-
All swells end well sandy, salty and rummy.
Scruffy, warm, tough-looking too
And reflective strips for easy visibility
With pockets and a dual-way zipper it is my Bloo
Bloo is the source of my creativity
But lately Bloo has been missing
Skies have been grey, words and smiles just don’t come to me
I hope Bloo is ok surfing the swells long travelling
And that he’s not lost or eaten by the sea
Because that would be a tragedy
For what a tough search it would be to find him
With an ocean so vast and a Parrot so tiny
Finding a Bloo in the blue, chances are slim!
And bloos don’t like to be wet much
They actually come with yellow raincoats and such
I hope the waves bring him to shore soon
Safely to the place where Parrot has been marooned
Parrot is lonely without her Pirate
The long months of waiting for the ships return
But with inspirational Bloo around she can survive it
She’ll stay up under the stars and compose the nocturne
Patiently,
Parrot
Cloud Painter on Nov20: Thank you Ralph and Lisa, this was exactly how my Bday went (:
Nov 20 is Purple Parrot’s Day
Last Minute Great Things you can get Parrot:
- gummy bears
- post-it notes or sharpie pens
- a piece of paper with ‘dear nuri, this piece of paper with my one of a kind handwriting is your birthday gift. Enjoy! – from (your name here)’. All handwritten and signed by you. Feel free to improvise text.
Parrot is quite possibly the easiest person to gift for, no? But if you’re looking for something she will treasure to the absolute max, get her 1 on 1 quality time with you. Events of last year at this very time really made Parrot realize just how precious time is.
-parrot-
Thanx to those who made today AwesomusMaximus. I wuv yous.
Waffle Squirrel Leaves Suede Boots
Hello November. November has always been my favorite month. It after all falls in my favorite season, Fall!
I love fall. Autumn. 3 reasons why:
- It’s when all the sweaters and boots and coats come out. I’ve always been a sweater and jeans person, even as I live in the tropics – I cannot, will not, give up my love for fall fashion ever, with socks on my feet and hands in pockets.
2. The scenery.
The breeze.
The squirrels and rustling leaves. (:
- Waffles. Belgian Waffles. Sure you can get them any time of the year, assuming you’re in Belgium, but they are especially good during fall. Walking down the city streets, the scent draws you in. The vendor picks a nice fresh golden one from the racks. You take it in your hands and feel its warmth. You bite into it with a crunch and a melt. So soooooo good.
I want one badly now ):
Oh, meet the man of my dreams.
Like really, he comes to me in my dreams.
Decent looking Pirate, no?
-parrot-
Pet Peeve For Sale
I’m a grumpypants when woken up the wrong way, say when the phone rings before the sun shines and on the other line is a voice so unfamiliar, so coarse who so rudely says ‘blahblahblah’.
Ok, to her credit, she didn’t blah, but she spoke a language that is foreign to me and the accent made my head hurt. But I gathered shes looking for a guy named ‘Mutt’. Ever the polite parrot, I responded curteously, ‘I’m sorry, you’ve dialed the wrong number’.
This is where people NORMALLY apologize and hang up. She however demanded to know who I was and insisted I put Mutt on the phone, annoyed that I didn’t connect her right away the first time. As if I’m some secretary. She even started to talk down to me as if I was 5. All in her language too. Not the language of the country we’re currently in, but HER language. I don’t speak it but I can understand it. As rude as she sounded, all I said was ‘Sorry, wrong number’ and hung up.
But she called back. I diverted the call, hoping she would get the hint. She didn’t. Twice. The poor daft woman must think if she keeps dialing the same number she’ll eventually get Mr. Right Mutt. I thought of switching my phone off but I didn’t want my voice mail to be flooded with her ‘Mutt? Mutt!’ so I picked the phone up out of self preservation pity.
By this time I was one ruffled parrot. Grr. I had half a mind to yell at her but parrot does not like to shout. Instead in my best automated voice and attempt to speak the language said: nombor yang anda dial is salah (wrong I know, but shut-up, you try speaking a language you’re unfamiliar with at 7 in the morning)
She pauses. Before she could ask for Mutt again or more likely laugh at my mispronunciations,
The number you have dialed is incorrect.
She asks me who I am. (As if knowing who I am will help the situation)
El numero que ha mercado no es correcto.
She asks for Mutt, a tinge of confusion in her voice.
Le numéro que vous avez composé n’est pas correcte.
She starts muttering to herself, wondering where Mutt is and what this strange auto-lady voice is doing.
Det nummer du har ringt är felaktig.
She pauses.
… ruff!
She quickly hangs up.
She has not called back since. Thank God. I had run out of languages to throw at her. I giggled myself back to sleep.
Pirate, I wish you were here, land creatures are nuts.
(:
-parrot-
Depth and Inclination
Sail sail sail the boat
Up the River Panj
Merily merily we shall float
To Tajikistan
*pause*
That was awful. Useful for if you’re going on a trivia gameshow though. Oh well.
I’ve been trying to incorporate the word panj into parrotpoetry
Because it’s my favorite number to say in Punjabi
Whenever I say it I have to spread my fingers out wide
Starfish like / twinkle star like, it’s the number 5!
I don’t know when I’ll ever get to use it
Numbers are the same in principle, no matter what language
And as parrot has observed during her travels around the globe
In markets during bargaining, traders yell numbers
… and ‘finger-numbers’ follow
So it doesn’t matter where one is from and what he/she/it speaks
When it comes to numbers, it’s no brain-tease
Pirates will always be able to get their numeric intent across
But learning the language always lessens the chaos
-parrot picks up punjabi-
(:
