Kiki's Poems

If Monday is a holiday

2011-01-03T00:24:00.002+08:00

If Monday is a holiday,
Will we hate Tuesday?

If Tuesday wasn't happy,
Will Wednesday shed a tear?

If Thursday is the day that gets in the way,
How do u think Friday feels?

And if we thank God it's Friday,
Why do many people work on Saturday?

If we go Church on Sundays,
Shouldn't we be happy slappy on Monday?

Which brings me back to
If Monday is a holiday.

3.1.2011

Fare thee well, Eva!

2010-09-30T18:19:00.002+08:00

Eva!
Never the diva!
But always eager
With copy to deliver!
Now a full-time Mama!
To teach Reuben grammar,
besides the goo-goo & the ga-ga!
All the best to ya!

For Eva, we sent her a card on her last day.
30.09.2010

Erwin has the flu

2010-08-18T17:14:00.002+08:00

Erwin has the flu,
Cos people stick to him like glue.
He may give them a stare,
that he doesn't care.
But when they turn their backs,
He'll give them the flying shoe!

My first official limerick!
18.08.2010

Excerpts from a 1990 notebook

2010-07-15T23:41:00.004+08:00

Naughty Mr Wollie

One evening, Mr Yakki slept under a tree in the garden. Mr Wollie then dropped an orange on Mr Yakki's head. "Ouch!" Said Mr Yakki, with an angry face. He tied up Mr Wollie with a rope. Then Mr Yakki went to sleep.

Sulin's birthday party.

Yesterday was Sulin's birthday. She invited many firends and her whole family to the birthday party. Everybody were happy. They all had presents for Sulin. They had chicken wings, drumsticks, fried fishballs, noodles and an ice-cream for each child for dinner.

After dinner, Sulin was nine years old. She had a big beautiful cake with nine candles on it. They ate up the cake. Then they played the "donkey" game. Sulin won the game. Her prize was a tea-set. They wore paper hats, masks and played with balloons. They had a lot of fun.

The last game they played was lighting candles. Sulin's younger brother was seven years old. He nearly burned his thumb. They had a lot of fun. When the clock striked twelve, they went home.

Complete the following:

60. If you can't find your pen, you can use mine.

61. If you are hot, turn on the fan.

62. If you feel cold, put on your coat.

63. If you see a snake, you hit it with my stick.

64. If there are ants in your room, spray them with the sprayer.

School Holidays 1990. After pestering my Dad for many many minutes with my boredom, he wrote 71 questions to test my English. These 5 required some creativity. I had Sulin's birthday party the following year, but just within the extended family. We didn't play any of those games, but we "had a lot of fun" !

After Mass prayer

2010-07-15T23:31:00.002+08:00

Dear Lord,

We thank you for this beautiful Mass and the wonderful Homily. Indeed we pray that our faith will be like the man who built his house on solid rock. Make us listen, Lord. Teach us how to love and serve You everyday. Please bless us in the week ahead, may we all come back together next week and serve You in one voice.

We also pray for the families here and all around the world. We ask You to forgive us those times we fail to love and care for one another. We surrender to You, all our needs, problems and heartaches. And we implore You to set aright whatever is wrong within our families.

Dear Mother Mary, be Queen of our home. Hail Mary...

November 2009. After Mass prayer written for Christus Dominus Choir, OLPS.

I sit and wonder where these years have gone to

2010-07-12T19:49:00.005+08:00

I sit and wonder
Where these years have gone to.
How you meet boys
And got your heart broken.
And when you think you've finally found someone
You get scared to tell him.
That you like him.
That you've been thinking about him.
Not to appear like some psycho stalker,
Or a childish teenager.
But when years have flown by
While you're having fun,
You just wanna sleep beside the man you love.
And wake up with this man you care for.
You wanna cook for him.
Tell him your worries.
Do stuff together
And start a family.
But yet words can't form
What images you've seen,
What scenes you've played in your head,
Week after week.
And so you let it sit
Until he found someone else
To love him and care for him,
To cook for him,
To do stuff together.
And someday, who knows,
They might get married.
While you sit and wonder
Where these years have gone to.

12.07.2010

Untitled Poems from 2nd half of 1998 - 4

2010-05-24T01:19:00.003+08:00

Sometimes in the night
when sleep eludes my restless mind -
grotesque shapes
haunt the shadows of my room
and the dark is filled
with nameless fears -
I chase away
those fearful images
with thoughts of us
running free across the sunlit sand
and tumbling headlong
into a clear turquoise sea -
I thank you for the memories -
I thank you for my sanity

This poem is the foundation of my concept for my Printmaking project for Design Fundamentals, taught under Iskandar Jalil in 1998, my favourite lecturer in Temasek Design School.

Untitled Poems from 2nd half of 1998 - 3

2010-05-24T01:16:00.002+08:00

Remember the good times -
remember the laughter,
not the tears -
the loving,
not the anger -
the courage
and not the pain -
your generous heart
is still at last
and your brave spirit
has found peace -
you would not want us
to be sad...

Untitled Poems from 2nd half of 1998 - 2

2010-05-24T01:14:00.001+08:00

I look into your eyes
and see my dreams
reflected there -
have we met before
in some other life -
and were we friends
or lovers then -
who knows...
we may become
friends or lovers
in some other life
again...

Untitled Poems from 2nd half of 1998 - 1

2010-05-24T01:04:00.005+08:00

We did not see
the white gulls fly
across a darkening sky
to shelter in the cliffs
above the sea -
We did not hear
the distant sound of thunder
echoeing through the hils
beyond the bay
nor did we feel
the first warm drops of rain,
and when lightning
flashed its urgent warning
of the coming squall,
we stayed there on the beach
lost in our loving -
we never knew if there was a storm that day
at all

I don't know the meaning of "squall" now - a sudden, violent gust of wind, often accompanied by rain, snow, or sleet (Dictionary.com). No recollection if I was particularly talking about anyone here...

I miss my playground

2010-02-17T02:45:00.003+08:00

I miss my playground
Where I learn how to fall

I miss my playground
Where I learn first aid

I miss my playground
Where anyone falling is an event

I miss my playground
Where pain is a necessary evil

Cos only when we learn how to fall
We learn how not to fall

Only when we learn first aid
We learn how to heal

Only when we feel pain
We feel others feel pain

And when others feel pain
We learn to care for them
Nurture them
Make friends with them

I miss my playground

ss21rulz

2009-07-13T21:22:00.002+08:00

O Shruti...
Wise beyond your years,
A smile so sweet;
Your laughter, it's infectious,
Me so glad we get to meet.
I'm proud to call you my friend,
With you, the party's jus started.
And without you, it won't be the same.
So i say Cheers!
To your 21 years!
It has made you a beautiful WOMAN!

A poem for Shruti who turned 21 on 19.06.2009

Tiramiss You

2009-03-16T01:58:00.003+08:00

Tiramiss you
Tiramiss me
With Big Bang Theory
And Studio 60

Tiramiss you
So Tiramiss me
From ten thirty
To need more coffee

Tiramiss thee
Tiramiss ma lady
it's calorie-free
and oh so cheesy.

Tiramiss you
oh Tiramiss me
Dun kid you my knee
We gonna make tiramissy!

16.03.2009

Irritating

2008-09-15T16:42:00.000+08:00

Ants on my keyboard
Flick them around
Where are they heading?
Crumbs lost and found

Ants on my keyboard
Crawling and Scurrying
Where to tea?
All under my tippety typing

Ants on my keyboard
Tiny and fast
Irritating my vision
Gone in a BLAST!

There goes my keyboard.

15.09.2008

The Sun I Love The Song I Sing

2008-09-09T17:57:00.000+08:00

The sun i love
Oh the song i sing
The glare it brings
On the screen i see
Y'know it's 5.30
When y'see yours truly
Sing the song i sing
Of the sun, crazy...

9.9.2008

Slimey

2008-03-14T10:55:00.004+08:00

I jump into the speed
Of things moving
Faster and faster
My arms start waving

I reach towards that little thing
Among the many little things
Green and slimy fella
Covered with bits of lavender

I got hold of a petal
And it bit me with tiny teeth
It said hi to the bottle
And the bottle flew pass me!

Oh you nasty little fella
Green and slimy all over
I shall catch you now
And put you away forever

It sticked out a tongue
With spots all over
It's sick! It's sick!
It will run me all over!

Stronger it grew
Faster and faster
The speed of a shrew
And I'm still chasing after

My feet may be worn
Thirsty and tired
My hands still reach out
My heart's still on fire

Caught hold of it at last!
Oh no, the slime!
It wriggles about
It's no longer mine!

I see it go
Into the dark hole
Lavender bits now cover
No longer does it grow

Then the things stop moving
I slowed down to walking
People start appearing
Slimey hit a bump and start tripping

I caught hold of it again
It turned into a flower
Lavender and green still
but has it lost its power?

I dust it off a little
Wrapped it in a towel
Put it in my pocket
And get me some hot chocolate

14.03.2008

Let Forever Be

2007-12-06T04:31:00.000+08:00

It's hard to do
To let go of someone
Who will forever be
Every inch of his being

Younger us threw salt to the ocean
It was the best time to have fun
We would fall asleep on the bus
Then wake up to lunch at the kopitiam

We studied each other
From nose to toes
Just a gesture or a gaze
And I'll know he's with me

There was one time
I knew it wouldn't last
So I told myself
"Remember everything"

Repeat frame after frame
Replay the event
Rewind the tape
Reminisce the little i owned of him

It was an unhealthy obsession
Too much of an infatuation
Touch was instantaneous
And forever it will be

In my memory
He looked away
As if it was not just the present
But he'll be there always

Walking ain't easy
But with a dose of cold weather
It should be fine
As long as I have someone with me

06.12.2007

I rather spend my day with you

2007-12-01T14:14:00.000+08:00

Put away my bottle of peach tea
Let down my hair
Stare out the window
Follow the swirls of a cloud with my finger
Another day in front of the PC
I rather spend my day with you
If only you are not working
But I'm happy at the end of the day
Looking at you looking at me
Laughing at u laughing at me
Always looking forward to be with u again

Late 2002

I have a TV 40-inch wide

2007-10-24T17:01:00.000+08:00

I have a TV
40-inch wide
I watch everything
Even, I Love lucy

Strawberries run out
No more cheap wine
I watch damn TV
Expand my waist size

Sometimes i feel being watched
Someone is looking
The newscaster has a sore on his pinky
But sure as news go
I feel insane
Insanely stuck in the same ol' place

I watch my TV
40-inch wide
Who needs a man
A quarter that size

So much channels
To flip around
But i have no need for
ESPN

24.10.2007

Was bored on the bus, so came up with a song, sang in Cabaret style.

Some Nights And Days

2007-09-25T03:21:00.000+08:00

Some nights I feel lonely
So lonely that I can only be with myself
While the rest of the world is outside
Partying and walking on the wild side

Some days I watch the sunrise
It's chilly as you feel the breeze on your face
The sun shines in many beautiful rays
Yet it's sad cos you're far away

Some nights I watch too much tv
Only to fall asleep on the couch
But it's ok
Cos I dreamt I was on your bed

Some days I hardly eat
Just try to finish the vege
Then I fell sick but it's ok
Cos I can take my time to think of you

Adorable Little Monster

2007-08-14T02:06:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I feel the short end
It may not feel bitter now
But rather sweet
In fact you can call it adorable

You feel the wonder
The awe and the mighty
Yet it is so filmsy
So mild and so meek

It has such big eyes
So full of praise
It's as if there's just too much
It's so scared it can't handle

And so I hummed a song
No one could hear
And its very ear
Inch forward to listen

The song flows into a melody
It closes its eyes
Hanging on to every note
And slowly the monster disappeared

The very being lies in my arms
I looked at this little thing
Still in its primary form
Yet I know how much it can really become

It scares me too
That one day I'll have
A little Jac that looks like Shaun
Or a little Shaun that looks like Jac

And i wonder if its eyes
Will be brown, black or grey?
Whether the eyelashes curl?
Or whether the curls are on its fine head?

I held this little thing
And rests its weary head
I felt its warmth leave me
As it sleeps on tenderly

3. Balloon Number Ten

2007-08-09T03:06:00.000+08:00

When it came to the tenth, there wasn't any black balloons. So she picked white, the colour of the angel on Grandma's new yard. She woke up extra early to slip an apple under her coat and ate it there, then she threw it on the ground before anyone saw her. But after each month, it never grew into a tree.

She smiled and thought how silly she was. Little Jake came along and picked out a green balloon. "Can you blow this one?" He pleaded.

Nina obliged. She blew real hard then let it go!

He ran all over the garden chasing after it. Bumped into silly man, tripped over some chairs and crashed into the cake!

Nina was impressed. Now everyone will fuss over little Jake. Get him clean. Tell him twice, three times, four, not to ask Naughty Nina to blow balloons.

"I'm twelve! Stop calling me Naughty Nina already!" She snapped then chuckled at it all.

The caterer called again but Nina answered. "Yeah, let's make it 3pm for lunch. No problem, we'll order pizza." "Nina!" Dad spoiled the plan. "No, we're not paying the express fee. We called two days ago, we're only paying a third of the express fee."

"It's not like we can't afford it," she retorted. Then Dad played the tape of how hard he slogged through Monday, Tuesday, why he didn't fix the car door.

It's all good, she thought. ESPN starts in 10 minutes. She switched on the TV, just in case, and went to her room.

"When will this day ever end?" She thought aloud, looking at the sky.

Cut Glass

2007-08-09T03:04:00.000+08:00

The song i sing
Shall hold more truth
Cut glass and sting
So full of youth

Play ball on a beach
Hang shoes by the string
Put doughnuts in cocoa
Sweet taste gone loco

Fly by in wings
Made of rubbish bags
Milky yellow thing
Ooh...that smells real bad

It's not like u haven't heard
But getting drunk is really absurd
So young so foolish
Drinking like a fish

If you drink, don't drive
That's the message
All the parents say the same
And your friends don't want you dead

09.08.2007

2. Balloons

2007-08-07T00:14:00.000+08:00

Nina has had enough. She could hear the screaming and yelling from the yard. Balloons made her day. She was glad there were balloons. Two down and ten to go.

Halfway through the third balloon, she remembered her first day at Jamboree. She fell headfirst onto a bright green slide. She put all the green balloons back into the wrapper, it has been her least favourite colour ever since.

Fourth balloon was pink. That was her first bicycle.

When she came to five, she remembered what Grandma said, "All good things come to an end." She should know, that was when Grandpa went to the clouds and never came back.

Six was sad, that was when Grandma had a fall. It was the first and only time she slept on Dad's lap. It was also the first time she realised Dad drinks too much coffee.

Balloon number seven was blue. Mum took Nina to the mall and started buying tiny blue clothes. "Can brothers be nice people?," she asked. "Hailie's brother likes to throw stones at us." And that was the last time she saw Hailie's brother picked up a stone.

When Nina was eight, little Jake was born. Everything became a little better. She blew a big yellow balloon.

At the nineth, she paused and looked at the roses on the table. That was when Mum took to gardening, because Dad was always busy in the house.

1. The Special Day

2007-08-05T00:36:00.000+08:00

She pushed the cup of tea aside. Dad says she needed to rethink whether she should think aloud. It's no use. It's gonna be sad. My friends all came here for the cake, anyway, she thought.

Nina Calilou watched Mum snip off the first blooming roses of May. She never liked roses either, wanting them to wilt by the end of the week. Dad is on the phone, still quarreling with the caterer.

"It's my day," she thought aloud again. "If I don't want it to be special, why should they make it special?"

Dad caught that last bit and hung up on the caterer again. "Listen, Nina," he snapped. "Since it's your birthday, why don't you help out for once?" She knew it wasn't a question. And slipped pass him into the yard where the silly man was with the tape measure.

Silly man was the clown Mum hired. Nina never liked clowns, she knew it was for little Jake. Clowns always make little Jake laugh. "What are you staring at, Mister?!" Silly man never saw a sadder birthday girl. He went back to his business, there's just simply no way to fit a cannon in this garden of rose bushes, he thought.

Mum had the roses on the table. She glanced over at Dad. All she wanted Andy to do was to settle the caterer. The first one was overpriced. The second one wasn't very polite and didn't provide juice. The third one was last year's whose food was too bland. By the time he called the last one, it was fully booked, almost. "Why do they always have to make it three days in advance?! How long does it take to cook for 30 people?!" Dad tries to change the rules.

My first short story

2007-08-05T00:17:00.000+08:00

I was messaging my friend, Sri. We were talking about "eventful but tiring" day so far, and she asked, "why don't you write something?"

"Write what?!"

"Poems or short stories."

So i've neglected this section for a while, i guess.

On the way to yet another assignment, I started thinking of a name. Something catchy and easy to yell. I just feel more associated with catchy yelling names. I mean I'm "jaaaAAAAAC!" or "kiKiiii!"

Somehow, Nina was stuck in my head.

Then Keah-lee-loo. Caliloo? No, Calilou, as in "Lou, lou, skip to my lou..."

Nina Calilou.

There ya have it.

I got home and after watching Herbie Reloaded with Lindsay Lohan, I got to work.

I shan't give away the details, but i didn't picture Lindsay Lohan when i wrote this. But yeah, the movie was full of action and adrenaline. C'mon it's Herbie!

This being my first short story, I shall jus break it up in little chapters so I can take my time to write it. I wrote it all on notepad, so if there's any bad English, pardon me. And don't set your expectations too high, i hvn't written such "compositions" for almost a decade!

My Oldest Friend

2007-06-20T19:43:00.000+08:00

I miss seeing your face
When it smiles, there's a wondrous glow
When it frowns, i hope i'll be there to give you a hug

I miss chatting with you
There's never an idea too wild
Or a gossip too sinful and scandalous

I miss heading home together
We can be content in stoning silence
Or really rude in deafening guffaws

I miss fine dining with you
There's not a restaurant i won't dine with you
(unless they specialise in rabbit stew, sharks fin...)
There's not a waiter not under our scrutiny

Most importantly, there's no friend like you
No one is an older friend
No one can forgive me as many times you did
(Ok maybe my boyfriend but that's a different story)

Cheers gal friend
And may our friendship blur the line
Where sisters never part.

20.06.2007

Fill Me Up

2007-06-11T00:54:00.000+08:00

Fill me up with more water
Sorrow is no relative to hunger
Pain may be present
But His words, they heal my resentment

Fill me up with more food
For I dread the greed of hunger
No more shall I thirst
Since He shall always be my first

Four times I was lost
Maybe more but who's keeping count
Life should keep me engrossed
No more I shall wander, I've been found

In the future I shall witness
With the present I walk His path
Dip my finger in many an interest
Happiness is all I want

So be it there should be no one
No one understands my direction
But He's there, He's the only one
Who stands by my very decision

Love should always surround me
Hatred I lock it deep and throw away
Cos with Love then I can be free
And I talk to Him today, tomorrow, all day.

11.06.2007

Yesterday

2007-05-28T01:26:00.000+08:00

O little redwood charm
Feel the wood of yester calm
Smell the leaves that rustle and sing
Gentle breeze, I held my arms

O little stream delight
Feel the trickle of yester polite
Smell the mist the morning offers
Gentle breeze, I fly my kite

O little lawn weary
Feel the grass of yester merry
Smell the rain that fell too soon
Gentle breeze, all hope I carry

O little flower sway
Feel the petals of yester play
Smell the sweetness the labour brings
Gentle breeze, I dance all day

28.05.2007

3am

2007-05-24T03:25:00.000+08:00

It's 3am
And I can't sleep
Thinking of you
My heart weeps

Months have passed
Time doesn't wait
And so I cherish each day
When I get to see your face

Throughout this day
The signs were all there
Should they be of God's will
I'd have to pray

Even MTV played the songs
That remind me of you
And as I listen
My heart wept more

Surely it's not all of flesh
Cos if it were, I wouldn't be here
Love has grown
So high, yet so slow.

Though we are not together
We still have each other
You would know more than I
Just how to keep it right

Do not weep for me
You have taken that leap
And so I will too
Very very soon

Your heart, my love
Is always with me
It's in a little corner
Beside the cup of coffee

24.05.07

Ask After Me

2007-05-21T23:53:00.000+08:00

Don't look at me
For more than five seconds
Then look away
Shaking your head

I may look sad
But I don't need your sympathy
Cos you've got problems too
But you don't see me looking like that at you

If you care for me
Why do you look away
Take a second look, c'mon!
Do I look that bad?

Many people may say
Things they shouldn't say
Cos the things that matter to them
Do not always matter to me

How happy if i could
Just hear a kind voice ask,
"So how was your day?"
Or, "What's next for you?"

Cos we shouldn't dwell on the past
Or the things that make us look good
Rather we should just care
Where your heart feels love

Thank God i have this person
This one i ask Father to look after
With every day, I wish he's well
Just so he'll ask after me

20.05.2007

The less trodden path

2007-05-07T12:26:00.000+08:00

Wander into the less trodden path
For a while i wander down
Touch the flowers of yesterday
Feel the breeze of all leaves brown

Looking all around
I see a place I've never seen before
Trees turn white, the water sings
And the moon shone so much more

Squirrels scamper ahead of me
Butterflies flutter above my weary head
An owl hoot in the distance
I trudged on, in my clumsy gait

Pass by a whirlpool
Of leaping leeches
Round and round they went into
I cross the rickety bridges

Criss and cross, the bridges all moss
The ropes are thin and planks are loose
Tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy tippy toe
Slow and steady, i make my cruise

On and on into the less trodden
My feet start to ache, my shoulders hunched
And my stomach grumbled
Ain't there anything to munch?

Every few trees, I inched my neck
Behind I see, no path remained
There's simply no turning back
Into the dark shadows I caved

Bop boo wop bop, bop boo wop bop
Rolling down a spiral well
Bottomless it seemed
I reached for help

A hand caught mine
And many more did
They helped me up
They dust my feet

Oh, I ain't the only foolish one
Who had made the less trodden path
They did too and nothing less they were
We all just like to have it rough

Somewhere farther
We met strange people
Who took the straight highway
Of concrete and steel

They dun see trees for what they are
They dun like children who can be heard
They have never made something they can wear
And they talk to you like you're not there

I shun them, as much as I could
And hurried along, to get to the woods
Oh how fast can my feet carry me
I should never have left the less trodden me.

Sometimes I do take the bare highway
But only for a ride
I still prefer all things gay
Leave all cares to the tide

07.05.2007

I was looking at you to see him looking at me

2007-04-11T00:05:00.000+08:00

It's funny how
I only bought them blue
'Cos if I bought them beige
I'll think of you

Now I buy them beige
And as I lay down
I thought of him beside me
Yet he is so far away

Right now I still think of him
But it's difficult
'Cos with each passing day
His memory fades away

And then your face I recall
Oh it seems so long ago
Yet so recent somehow
I hope my heart doesn't know

You lie there sleeping
Half-closing your eyes
You seem like you're dreaming
Of being with someone else

She's lucky to have you
She even looks happy
And she may have liked me
But better without thee

So I lie there in beige
Thinking of you
Then my heart flutters
As he looks back at me

So I'm looking at you
And he's looking at me
And that's when I realise
I'm happier without thee

11.04.2007

Big Joke

2007-04-08T15:44:00.000+08:00

I wanna give my life meaning
I wanna give my life hope
I wanna know there's big laughter
At the end of this joke

Splendid Sunday it's been
A little sun, a little rain
Just watched The Prince & Me
Pretty good but day's mundane once again

Checked my phone
A missed call and a voicemail
But it ain't my baby
It's a client making me ill

It's Sunday and I have to work
Not that hard but it ain't easy
Cos there ain't fixed perks
In fact it's making me queasy

Nevertheless I must
For 2 years might be a waste of time
So I picked up my worn phone
And put on a mask while my angst sublime

08.04.2007

Happy Bunny Binky

2007-03-02T17:20:00.000+08:00

Happy Bunny Binky
Need a life? Need a twinkie?
You put your head on your paw
And your paw on your head

Happy Bunny Binky
Have some hay, have some veggie
You hop a little closer
Then hop a little further

Happy Bunny Binky
Why so glum? Why the gloom?
"My daddy dun want me
Cos my mummy got preggie"

Happy Bunny Binky
They love you, they care for you
"Then keep me and love me
Then provide and make me happy"

Happy Bunny Binky
With Love, they'll reconsider
With Care, they'll make your life better
"As you say, they shall be."

So Bunny did a binky
Mummy Love
And Daddy Care
And everyone is happy.

02.03.2007

6 Months I'll Be Waiting

2007-01-29T05:18:00.000+08:00

6 months I'll be waiting
1 month to Chinese New Year
2 hours to morning
I wish I wasn't here

SIA I shall fly
Drink red wine to sleep
Don't need to cry
Movies will bury me deep

I love airplane food
It has got little trays
Brightens up my mood
Looking vibrant, crisp and gay

Fumble to the toilet
Please there'll be no queue
Surely i can bear with it
Since toilets are just too few

High up in the sky
I wonder what he's doing
Don't need to cry
I hope he's patiently waiting

Touchdown at long last
Feet on LA soil
Hurry I must
To the next plane call

In the air again
Can I see the Grand Canyon?
Not much I'm afraid
There's too much pollution

Oh dear, i sigh
Does he know i'm reaching soon?
Don't need to cry
He has prepared himself since June

Through the gates I pass
I see the Texan demographic
Through the mirror I glance
I hope I don't look anorexic

He's here, he's here
He doesn't forget
He put on weight
My bags he get

Oh silly dear,
Gimme a hug
Gimme a kiss
I miss you so much

He hug and he kiss
Together at last
8 months we miss
Treasure these moments we must

Alas, I am just talking
It's still 6 months away
But it's nice to start thinking
How it'll be like anyway.

29.01.2007

Just We Being We

2006-12-11T17:22:00.000+08:00

He called, he called
Twice my heart was lifted
Twice i smiled and giggled
Oh what a great day
By the phone i dream away

He called, he called
Too many i miss yous
Too many i love yous
Can't bring him any further
Can't bring him any closer

We talked, we talked
About his family and mine
We cracked jokes and we sigh
Oh when can we meet
By next July he see fit

We talked, we talked
It was time to say goodnight
It was time to say good morning
I tucked me to bed
He tucked into breakfast

We hope, we hope
Till next weekend he shall call
And we shall talk and talk
Oh what a great day it'll be
Just we being we

11.12.2006

Like a rose I wilt

2006-10-06T17:19:00.001+08:00

Like a rose
I wilt
And got hung on a wall
To dry out
Leaving a scent
So faint
Only dogs can sense me
Bees fly pass so fast
That my brittle petals tear
Carried briefly by the wind
Before falling onto the cold ground below

Date composed unknown.

Sleepy Sky

2006-08-07T16:31:00.000+08:00

Wet is the weather
Dark is the sky
Lazy the mood
Don't ask me why

Feel like a cuppa
Feel like flying home
To my bed i'd wander
To my dreams i'd roam

The wind i shall walk on
The chill i shall wear on
Into a big castle
Of hustle and bustle

Market it is
Chickens, pigs and cows
Handful of pennies
Can't buy nothing to chow

Celery and tomato
Cabbage and lettuce
Tapioca and potato
Multiply like fungus

I trudge on with might
People do not see me
Late into the night
How far can the door be?

And there it stood
Timber six metres high
Hard as i shook
It just would not pry

Then the door slide ajar
I made out some roses
Red, white and pink
My presence imposes

I walked on and on
Rose petals fly by my side
Soft and fluttery
I started to glide

They had strung altogether
Petals red, white and pink
In two enormous wings
I stared, I can't blink!

My eyes just grew
So brown then so blue
My wings gather speed
And suddenly, I flew!

Now if you dream
Of a big blue-eyed girl
With wings of rose petals
Red white and pink

That just might be me
Just don't make me sink
I'll fly higher than high
Into the dark sky

07.08.2006

What we are dealing with here is a total lack of respect for the law.

2006-07-25T10:56:00.001+08:00

Agree with me
Suffer with me
Tolerate with me
Agree with me

Agree with me
Take all the crap with me
Put it up with me
Smoke with me

Agree with me
Don't fight it
You'll never win
Make peace with me

Agree with me
Don't disagree
You'll never get it otherwise
Obey me

Agree with me
One man army
Is no man army
Anger to Furniture
Ain't no chair
there ever will be
So, agree with me.

Note: The title of this poem is taken from Their Law by The Prodigy, which is from a sample I believe. Nevertheless, it's exactly how I feel.

25.07.2006

Horrid SMS

2006-07-10T18:35:00.000+08:00

Once again
It has crossed my mind
Anger or Boredom
Reasons are hard to find

How did it get so bad
Love or obligation
No one knows what will happen
In 2 years progression

So here i lay on my bed
Crying my heart wack
Muffled by my pillow
Missing his bed silhouette

I feel his pillow where his head lies
The four walls look so lonely without him
Laundry with his clothes in it
An image so warm, it binds.

But still I typed out the sms
Read it and edit it
Read it and edit it
Read it and edit it

I can't bring myself to send it
I waited and pondered
No I simply can't throw it all away
Who knows how i would feel tomorrow

Maybe it's jus a mood swing
Maybe it's PMS
Maybe we're in a low
Worried abt ill Papa

We haven't done couple stuff in ages
No movie, no clubbing,
No fancy dining
Worldcup spent on his aunty's couch

If we make a better effort
To make things merry
Create loud banging laughter
Remember how we were so happy

But t'was only a month ago
That we celebrate
Our lovely relationship
Four years great

I think I shall sleep pass the Final
Italy or France
Love is watching Worldcup
His anger dissipates

I dry my tears
I tell myself
I shall fall alseep
Dreaming would be a bonus

No, i didnt send that horrid sms.

10.07.2006

Dreaming of living in Tumbleweed

2006-06-13T20:09:00.000+08:00

I dream a little dream
I dream a little house
Surrounded by the trees,
Squirrels and flowers.

I dream a little shower
And a little tub
Just big enough for me
And my chubby toes

I dream a little sink
Beside a little stove
Cook some eggs and sausages
For breakfast al fresco

I dream a little bed
High up above all
Underneath the church-like roof
With a gothic window

I dream a little porch
With a little chair
For Shaun to smoke his cigs
And for me to fumble for keys

I dream a little sofa
Across a little tv
We'll watch the World Cup
For our 4th Anniversary

I dream a little rug
Just beside our stinky feet
Our two little bunnies
Will play there till they fall asleep

05.06.2006

www.TumbleweedHouses.com

Nobody's here

2006-06-13T20:05:00.000+08:00

Nobody's perfect
Only a fool questions perfection

Nobody's right
We try to not get it wrong

Nobody's to blame
Only an idiot answers everything

Somebody's listening
And that's because we speak to them.

13.01.2006

And there goes another one of us.

2006-06-13T20:00:00.000+08:00

Another tree has left the forest
Another flower has bloomed
Another bird has left its nest
To find shelter and food

Storms and their rain
Winds and their gusts
Sun and its rays
Left the rabbit in the cave

Will the forest grow?
Will more flowers bloom?
Will new eggs be hatched?
To bringforth creation

So I took a piece of bread
I toast it in an oven
I spread some butter
And ate it.

It's not Creme Brulee
It's not Lobster Bisque
It's not Roast Beef
But sometimes, as often as it can be
It's close to pancakes with maple syrup

And this sweet taste
May this tree remember
The beautiful life
Everybody shares

28.11.2005

Another colleague has decided to leave the company after finding a new pasture. He's been with the company a long time but I only got to know him better on this second stint.

Spread the Word

2006-06-13T19:54:00.000+08:00

One man died to save us.
And the son of God He is.
One tree can shade us.
And the giving tree it is.
One flower can cheer us.
And the fruit of our love it is.
But we're one too many.
And too few who believe.

Spread the Word.

03.10.2005

The Moment

2006-06-13T19:51:00.000+08:00

The year the harvest is good
The month the people embrace
The week the rain is fun
The day the birds all sing
The hour the dinner is served
The minute the kids come home
The second he gives me a kiss
I hope that's the moment I die

25.08.2005

My Fairytale

2006-06-13T19:46:00.000+08:00

Work has been hectic
Love has more joy
Put them together
My poor baby boy...

Gotta make more money
So we can make merry and get married
Because life should have more meaning
I hope He's listening when i'm praying...

Feels so good to be up and early
What a splendid day, rain or shine
Feed the rabbit, she's so greedy,
When we cuddle; she's all mine

Someday i'll have a new house
With my music and my spouse
Take lots of pictures with my kids
Hope they don't turn out full of shit
Like their mother
I can be a bother
Worry, work,
Oh, fuck whatever

Wash their mouths
When full of foul
Smack their butts
With a wet towel
Just dun look at me
With those precious eyes
My heart will ache
My face can't tell lies

Happy moments we'll capture
Hard times we'll get over
Shaun will propose
one day i suppose
When that day arrives
My heart will drum
Like a fairytale
It's only just begun...

03.07.2005

I Thought Of Cars

2006-06-13T19:39:00.000+08:00

It was not so long ago
I made a friend named Ho
She likes milkshakes and cheese
Talks about cars and their grease

When we do hang out together
She would talk nonstop about Audi
As if he possess high calibre
And how they like to get naughty

I'm open no doubt
For I love my Mini
So petite and cute
Where i'm most happy

Next, Ho went on and on
About her friend, Mercedes
And why she loves her men
Caviar, Prada, Yoyoma, Milan...
She travels a lot
A dollar to another
All the things she bought
You can't tell one from the other...

Then Ho puts on a smile
And dreams of Daimler Chrysler
A new car was born
Could she'd been wiser?
Not a penny of thought for him
Not a single word of thanks
Not even a look for love
Not even a single touch

I thought of my Mini
How precious it can be
White top, red body
My kids in the back, all three!

As Ho rattled on,
She mentioned Renault
Dropped a worthy line for Skoda
But got all hyper about Volkswagen
The golf, she exclaims
A magnificent package
All grown up yet speedy
He can get really naughty

I'm pretty sick with naughty...
My three kids can get naughty
My mini caught that moment
Vroom vroom...all three gone silent.

Ho saw my glee
And asks what's my fancy
I told her about my Mini
She uncross her legs nicely
I smacked her thigh
She crossed them back
For Mini's all mine
She took it back

Petite and cute, yes she said
Gorgeous at times, i agreed
Then we both sighed
We wondered and pondered
I love my Mini
She loves more than three
I'll get my keys soon
She used, then left them the key

28.06.2005

Hello!

2006-06-08T12:30:00.000+08:00

This is going to be my poems site...including the ones from my old Friendster blog. Check back later k :) Hope y'all have a great weekend!