You are too nice
While I don’t care that much
I am sorry
You deserve better than this
Beyond All Reasons May 30, 2009
All the fights that we’ve had in the past
It’s not a matter of who to blame
But a lesson to accept and respect our differences
It makes the love we’ve nurtured
Grows stronger and stronger
Let us treasure this moment
When we take our vow
To unite as one flesh and spirit
To cherish every moment we will spend together
Be it good or bad
To love beyond all reasons
It’s a dream that we’ve dreamed together
Of a house filled with joy and laughter
Where the children grow up with hopes held on their hands
And peace resides in their hearts
A beautiful dream it is
Let us treasure this moment
When we say out loud
The one sweet promise to each other
To stay together even when things go sour
And life seems bitter
To love beyond all reasons
*A poem for Magha’s wedding. May your marriage be blessed and everlasting =)*
Final Moment April 28, 2009
If you were at the brink of your death, how would you spend your last moment on earth?
I am standing near to the door of transition
To the untold stories and unknown lands
Of lingering souls that never come back
A one way door
I am holding my last breath to see the frail world for one last time
Start to love the life I was hating yesterday
And see the beauty that comes along with misery
I am stepping into the door of transition
To the untold stories and unknown lands
Of lingering souls that never come back
A one way door
I am staring at your face as my eyes opened for one last time
See a smile that hides unspoken voice of your mind
I simply smile back as things slowly turn into black
Something Called Love April 19, 2009
It’s
the same morning sun
the same plain train ride
the same routine in the office
I wonder why people are fine with their life
and able to draw a smile on their faces
while I am bored with mine
There must be something missing
something unseen yet resides within
something called love
I peep through the window
and steal glances at you in another building
We then secretly talk by papers and markers
Oh what’s wrong with me?
It’s
the same morning sun
the same plain train ride
the same routine in the office
But I can’t wait to get up and dress my best
I rush up the staircase to reach the office
and prepare to see you
There must be something tickling
something unseen yet resides within
something called love
You throw some funny jokes
You make me look foolish in front of everyone
but I am happy with it and laugh at myself
Oh what’s wrong with me?
There must be something beating
something unseen yet resides within
something called love
- inspired from a video. click here to view -
Looking Into the Past March 26, 2009
Lord, you are such an expert in slipping the unexpected twists into life.
A Chat with A Blind Lady March 23, 2009
A blind lady was standing
On a train in a trip to town
Holding a stick with her right hand
I came with curiosity
Asking her whether her dream is as fanciful as a TV scene
This is what she said
Dear young lady,
My dream may not come in colors
But I won’t let the darkness takes my dream away
I was confused with her words
With some wrinkles on my forehead
With an open space on my mouth
Soon I caught the hidden meaning
Found myself smiling, admiring on how this strong lady lives her life
Thanked her for her words
Dear young lady,
My dream may not come in colors
But I won’t let the darkness takes my dream away
Yeah
I won’t let anyone
I won’t let anything
Takes my dream away
=)
Disclaimer:
This is just a fictional story. Indeed, this writing was inspired from my meeting with a blind lady on a train yesterday. However, I did not have the chance to talk to her as the train was crowded. Heehee =P
The Darkest Hour March 21, 2009
A jiayou for everyone 
Sometimes, a problem lies in front of you
Sometimes, it takes more than an instant to work on
You work your way until the night falls and
The proud grey moon smiles arrogantly at you
When the cold wind creeps into your bones
Remember this, my friend
Don’t you stop toiling through the night
For the darkest hour is just before dawn
Sometimes, things aren’t as easy as it seems
Sometimes, you feel what you’ve done doesn’t make things better
Like you’re trapped in a narrow dark tunnel
Walking endlessly, hoping for a way out
When you can’t see the end of the tunnel
Remember this, my friend
Don’t you stop toiling through the night
For the darkest hour is just before dawn
You’ve gone so far
You’ve fought so hard
Why would you give up?
Why would you quit the game?
Don’t you stop toiling through the night
For the darkest hour is just before dawn
Banananana =P March 21, 2009
I came up with a silly song (yeah, kinda talented to be a songwriter =P) while I was staring at the little monkey in this photo.
I want banananana
I want banananana
I want banananana
That I can eat
I want banananana
I want banananana
I want banananana
For my next meal
LOL!
Move On March 17, 2009
I am writing this for a friend who has been sad about a broken relationship. Cheer up, my friend!
It’s time to move on
I’ve learned my lesson
I’ve learned from my mistakes
Your smile is always the sweetest
You are no longer mine
It’s a sad truth
A sad moment, indeed
It’s time to move on
I gotta be strong
Be a better person
Life won’t be the same without you
I will treasure every moment with you
And smile over it someday
It’s time to move on
Life will be better
Yes, it will be better
This is not the end
Stop March 6, 2009
It was Monday morning, 2nd March 2009, in Nanyang Technological University. A professor was rushed to a hospital due to stabbing injuries. A boy called David was found dead on the ground. The media has speculated some stories since then. Yet, nobody knows the real truth. But, have you ever imagined how David would feel to see false stories about him in newspapers and TV stations?
Stop
The world tells a story that I never hear
In just one instance. Bam.
I am shut in a room without a door
Without a chance to speak up.
Would you believe me if I tell you the truth?
Would you stand on my side and fight all the lies?
Open up your heart
And you will find the answer in a whisper.
The clock keeps ticking and day changes to night.
The story goes on. Damn.
I am trapped behind a thick glass wall that
Nobody can hear my voice.
Would you believe me if I tell you the truth?
Would you tell the whole world to stop this madness?
Open up your heart
And you will find the answer in a whisper.
I am waiting for
The world to
Stop.
