"lumpur" poems
Korean fashion experts have shared their know-how with Malaysia.
At the "K-Fashion Conference for Malaysia" in Kuala Lumpur on Feb. 16, a group of Korean professionals gave lectures under the topics "K-Fashion Design Trend Transition & Forecast," "Digital & Online Marketing Strategies," "Power Brand and Concept Development Strategies" and "How to enter the global market."
The Korea Fashion Association, the Malaysia External Trade Development Corporation (MATRADE) and the ASEAN-Korea Centre organized the event to strengthen the competitiveness of Malaysian fashion brands by improving the added value of the industry through brand development.
About 50 Malaysian fashion industry companies and related government officials attended.
"There is growing interest in K-fashion, along with the high popularity of Korean dramas and entertainment shows, making this workshop even more timely and meaningful," ASEAN-Korea Centre Secretary General Kim Young-sun said. "The Malaysian fashion industry has huge potential as it is currently ranked in the top five in the ASEAN fashion industry."
On Feb. 15 and 17, Korean experts visited local fashion merchandisers for market research and consultations.
According to the ASEAN-Korea Centre, the Malaysian fashion industry has had massive growth with the expansion of Islamic fashion markets.
MATRADE aims to boost the industry as the nation's leading exporter. It has been organizing Malaysia Fashion Week (MFW) since 2014 to make the capital a fashion destination in Asia.
The second MFW in 2015 featured designers from more than 15 countries, and over 300 booths showcased the quality products of Malaysian fashion brands to the domestic and foreign trade, accodring to the organization.
The ASEAN-Korea Centre is an intergovernmental organization established in 2009 with an aim to promote exchanges among Korea and the 10 ASEAN member states.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/bridesmaid-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Setoples garam, sejumput di jarinya
Dikulum masa mudanya, berani.
Bukan hanya menembak, menusuk
Melayangkan doa istri yang merindu
Menghapus sosok bapak, dari sang anak
Dikenangnya pandangan serdadu itu
Jarinya adalah maut, matanya adalah bidik
Senapannya adalah kubur, pelebur semua cinta
Juang adalah bahan bakar seruannya, Merdeka!
Bambu itu simbol perjuangan, ibu
Namaku akan seharum sukma bapak!
Saat kawannya berkawin, bunting, mati
Dia tetap bersolek layaknya gadis
Gincunya dari belanda, mengucur langsung
dari lubang pelornya tepat di jantung
Bedaknya dari tanah desa bapaknya dulu bergundu
Parfumnya alami dari pori-pori semangatnya berlari
Belum lagi perhiasannya,
Antingnya dari granat, meledak tepat di sisinya
Kalungnya adalah medali sebagai
pengingat maut, bergurau dengan nyawanya
Tiba saatnya dia berbaring,
lelah, terluka dan pusing
Menjadi guling yang dicengkramnya
Berselimut lumpur dan mayat
sebagai kasurnya, lelap.
Senja itu angin semilir bergema
Kenangan atau mimpi, dia berandai
Namun pecah ketika aku berteriak
Ibu! Sudahkah? Aku lapar!
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
Take this metal car and plane
And give me a camel or a horse
Take these four walls
I want to trade them
In for a tent
I will pitch it at the bottom of the Mountains
On the banks of Barada
That runs through Damascus
Or the shores of Tigris
That binds Turkey and Iraq
In the suburbs of Amman
Amongst the unique contrast
Of old and new
Or the deserts of Arabia
The unknown regions of Yemen
Maybe on the slopes of the pyramids
In the oasis of Libya
The valleys of Kashmir
On the beaches of Zanzibar
I'll trade in the can of pop
For coconut water
Or thirst quenching
Organic blends of fruit juice
That I will hand pick
Straight from the trees
Sleep to the lullaby
Of rain and birds
In a tree house
In Kuala Lumpur
Awake to the
**** a doodle doo
Of a rooster
In Bangladesh
Then go and collect
The eggs from the hens
I'll trade these windows
For a panoramic view
Technology and social networks
For loyalty and love
Go back to simple living
Be friends with the earth
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
Koala
Pedro: Saang bansa nagmula ang mga Koala?
Juan: Saan?
Pedro: E 'di sa Koala Lumpur.
Juan: Galing! Galing! Ako naman.
Pedro: Sige.
Juan: Saan naman madalas magpunta ang mga Koala?
Pedro: (Hindi makasagot. Malalim na nag-isip).
Juan: Hirit ka na, Pedro? Hindi mo alam ang sagot no?
Pedro: Sige. Hirit na ako. Ang hirap e.
Juan: E di sa Iskoala.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Anak gadis tunggal kau
Nyamuk pun kau tak biar dekat sama dia.
Tapi kau
pijak, henyak hati
tabur janji angkat kaki
palit lumpur paling likat
pada hidup
anak gadis orang lain.
Nampak benar
jadi bapa tu tak merubah apa-apa
kalau kau biar setan dalam diri
duduk tinggi atas takhta.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
Five years.
So much can happen
In that amount of time.
Five years ago you left.
Five years ago I thought I'd never see you again.
Five years ago seems a life time away.
Four years ago I found new friends.
Four years ago I didn't know how I'd get through.
Four years ago is so far away.
Three years ago I wasn't sure who my friends were.
Three years ago I saw you again for the first time.
Three years ago is so far gone now.
Two years ago I thought I found a new best friend.
Two years ago you came to live with me for a few weeks.
Two years ago is a distant memory.
One year ago I was shunned by my friends.
One year ago I said a final good-bye, unsure of how long until I would see you again.
One year ago is something I'm holding onto for the years to come.
Four months from now I won't have any friends.
Four months from now you and I, we will be reunited.
Four months from now is a future I'm grasping desperately.
Five years is a long time
To go without a best friend.
To go without my sister.
In a short span of months
We can finally see each other!
We can finally stop saying good-bye.
The next four years
Will be the best!
We won't have to wait and fly thousands of miles just to see each other.
From Prague to Kuala Lumpur
Takes so much time and is so far
We only see each other once a year.
Manhattan to Bronx
Doesn't take so long and is not as far.
Now we can see each other whenever we want!!
Five years.
So much can happen
In that amount of time.
But now,
Now we are together
Once again.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Sayang, kita tak sedang menenggelamkan kepala dalam-dalam ke kubangan lumpur.
Sayang, kita sedang meminum darah yang mulai membusuk.
Sayang, kita mungkin akan diperkosa dengan biadab oleh diri kita sendiri.
Seperti pendosa.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 3:56 AM UTC
The overcast skies reveal a cluster of cumulonimbus clouds,
a day so dreary and dark that it conjures the idea of fleeing
-- escaping into mindless memories of better times,
sitting in the grass field next to the Markthal in Rotterdam,
opening another bottle of soju in a murky downstairs Seoul bar,
a bar where more than once her feet had buckled under the weight
of one too many drinks, stairs lopsided and wobbly as her steps,
getting stuck in traffic on the way back to the airport of Kuala Lumpur,
tears on her cheeks streaked parallel lines, etched into her make-up
as if a part of her, dripping down into her lap where her fists
were balled up, clenched tight and shaking from the pressure,
visiting Singapore’s Supertree Grove in a one-day trip,
traveling back to Europe, now in Berlin, next day in Prague,
where the standout memory is one too many shots of Becherovka.
Back home it is ten degrees and rain is slowly drizzling down,
the streets are covered with a reflective surface, a mirror
she does not want in front of her, a confrontation she does not want
She left Carcassonne’s castle behind alone, retraces the steps
as if the outcome could still be changed, a mindless mind game
When the sky clears clear contrasts are formed
her escapism has escaped and she is like an esclave to her thoughts.
She travels through all her travels but no what ifs are left to be explored
Tomorrow the weather turns again and so will her memories,
an endless labyrinth she has not yet found an exit to.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
An Englishwoman distress
when her remark finesse
her pebble with her hand
when sororities clothier allure
welcome ****** tourists that mall require band
when with a carafe round eleven these bargain hunters enliven extra browsing with delite wrap on pleasance in Kuala Lumpur.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
I’m thinking of The Orb
and the crusty, mucked crystal
of the transition from child to adult,
scored and soundtracked
excoriated by blunt first loves,
first lives lost, tempest tossed,
into oversensitive abysses
from which there’s “Never loving again!”
except after growing and knowing
Lo-fi made it easier and harder
than these cheeky bleeders,
at least, I know my bare cheeks on film
would take weeks to get back from Boots
and not be broadcast to Kuala Lumpur
in seconds
Age beckons
always
in a way we revulse at
but blunder and succumb to
You becomes we becomes us
as no bad thing
but we must honour
our custodian status
and not impose
The stupid vine grows
where it’ll grow,
we demonstrate this
wonderfully
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC
The last time you made contact with a living thing was over two weeks ago. An earthworm was splayed out, almost dried out of life on the ash-covered ground, wiggling once—its last.
Kuala Lumpur is now stripped down to being exactly that, mud. Earth drowned in what's left of the dark grey thunderstorm that hit the night before.
You're walking int the middle of the open road, littered left and right with burnt metal and oil. Ahead of you, nothing but yellow dust.
Just when your knees were about to give out from days of walking, running, limping, chasing the remnants of the city, you see from amidst the fog, a movement. Coming perfectly into view, a truck drags its limp tyres and tangles its loose bits.
A familiar tune suddenly fills the bare and flat atmosphere,
'mat kool, mat kool, kawanku
mari kita ikut, mat kool,
main, main, selalu
syoknya, syoknya ada mat kool'
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC