like stars
revolving around the
sea of galaxies in
the vast universe, we orbit:
at our own pace and space,
with grace and for solace,
determined to not stray;
we accept our
centre of
Gravity
---
Quite breathtaking, seeing this with your own eyes
Showing posts with label 11-20. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 11-20. Show all posts
20: Starry-eyed
Just
like stars
revolving around the
sea of galaxies in
the vast universe, we orbit:
at our own pace and space,
with grace and for solace,
determined to not stray;
we accept our
centre of
Gravity
like stars
revolving around the
sea of galaxies in
the vast universe, we orbit:
at our own pace and space,
with grace and for solace,
determined to not stray;
we accept our
centre of
Gravity
19: Le Delabelling De La Belle
I once read a play
with characters real queer.
One of them couldn't stand labels,
she wishes they would all disappear.
She hates seeing labels so much that
she always peeled them off;
while I was learning this in Lit class
I couldn't help but laugh.
But then I stopped
when I realised something amiss,
because ever since I was a tot,
ridding labels gave me such bliss.
Labels don't bother me as much now,
and I wonder why this is so;
is it because I'm tired of unlabelling things,
and learnt to just accept status quo?
with characters real queer.
One of them couldn't stand labels,
she wishes they would all disappear.
She hates seeing labels so much that
she always peeled them off;
while I was learning this in Lit class
I couldn't help but laugh.
But then I stopped
when I realised something amiss,
because ever since I was a tot,
ridding labels gave me such bliss.
Labels don't bother me as much now,
and I wonder why this is so;
is it because I'm tired of unlabelling things,
and learnt to just accept status quo?
18: In the name of development
On my way to Melawati today,
I looked to my left
and saw the once-beautiful trees, uprooted.
I looked at my mom who was driving
and asked her what had happened to the trees.
She said the roads couldn't accommodate
the number of drivers;
our roads needed to be widened,
it's part of development.
On my way back from Melawati,
I looked to my left
and saw the once-glorious hills, flattened.
I looked at the notice on the zinc wall
and read what had happened to the hills.
It said the lowlands couldn't accommodate
the number of families;
our houses needed to be multiplied,
it's part of development.
"LOOK!"
Mom suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned to see what she had seen;
and saw the off-late stormy skies, clearing.
I looked at the fluffy white clouds
and the evening sun behind it, glowing summery shades.
It made me wonder: how much time
do we have left before
our heavens disappear,
in the name of development?
---
080312 @ 21:26
I looked to my left
and saw the once-beautiful trees, uprooted.
I looked at my mom who was driving
and asked her what had happened to the trees.
She said the roads couldn't accommodate
the number of drivers;
our roads needed to be widened,
it's part of development.
On my way back from Melawati,
I looked to my left
and saw the once-glorious hills, flattened.
I looked at the notice on the zinc wall
and read what had happened to the hills.
It said the lowlands couldn't accommodate
the number of families;
our houses needed to be multiplied,
it's part of development.
"LOOK!"
Mom suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned to see what she had seen;
and saw the off-late stormy skies, clearing.
I looked at the fluffy white clouds
and the evening sun behind it, glowing summery shades.
It made me wonder: how much time
do we have left before
our heavens disappear,
in the name of development?
---
080312 @ 21:26
17 : From Fowl to Foul
The whole place was packed and the atmosphere was tense;
the patrons frowned, at the limits of their patience.
Then someone heard something not exactly soothing to the ear
(the kitchen helper probably thought that others couldn't hear).
"There's not enough fowl!" they reported, and oh how they scowled.
There were some who even snapped -- words and actions turned foul!
The fact of the matter is, there was no need for such heat,
the only thing needing fire should have just been the meat.
Thus, among the lessons we can learn is patience is a virtue,
and if you don't act rationally... you'll be easy to sue ;)
---
This poem is pretty much about a certain issue that just happened in Malaysia last week. It's quite a hard topic I hafta admit, but I hope it turned out ok. :P
Credits to Irin Y. for suggesting the topic! ^_^
the patrons frowned, at the limits of their patience.
Then someone heard something not exactly soothing to the ear
(the kitchen helper probably thought that others couldn't hear).
"There's not enough fowl!" they reported, and oh how they scowled.
There were some who even snapped -- words and actions turned foul!
The fact of the matter is, there was no need for such heat,
the only thing needing fire should have just been the meat.
Thus, among the lessons we can learn is patience is a virtue,
and if you don't act rationally... you'll be easy to sue ;)
This poem is pretty much about a certain issue that just happened in Malaysia last week. It's quite a hard topic I hafta admit, but I hope it turned out ok. :P
Credits to Irin Y. for suggesting the topic! ^_^
16 : The Newlyweds
Two faces glow as
their loved ones raise glasses in
unison -- "Yaaaaaaaaaaam seng!"
Just came back from an interesting wedding reception. I attended because the groom is my neighbor, and he's a Chindian lad who found love in Australia. He married a Chinese Aussie lass. They both looked dashing,and the bride was just so radiant. She changed into 3 dresses, and they were all pretty ^_^
Aside from the champagne fountain after the cake-cutting ceremony, a few other things made me smile: the kiss that the groom gave the bride (while carrying her 'princess style'... bcuz his friend impromptu-dared him to do it lol :P), and chanting "Yaaaaaaaaaaaam seng!" (Chinese "Cheers" equivalent) really loudly. The bridge and groom actually went from table to table to do this Yam seng thing and thanked ppl for coming. Although I'm not truly into Chinese cuisine (a lot of seafood dishes tonight, probably because there was a mix of guests -- Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists...), I thought the reception was quite well. I really liked the dessert at the end, some kind of honeydew-ish soupy thing, and lotus pancake or sthg like that. Yumm!
An interesting experience, today was :)
their loved ones raise glasses in
unison -- "Yaaaaaaaaaaam seng!"
~
Just came back from an interesting wedding reception. I attended because the groom is my neighbor, and he's a Chindian lad who found love in Australia. He married a Chinese Aussie lass. They both looked dashing,and the bride was just so radiant. She changed into 3 dresses, and they were all pretty ^_^
Aside from the champagne fountain after the cake-cutting ceremony, a few other things made me smile: the kiss that the groom gave the bride (while carrying her 'princess style'... bcuz his friend impromptu-dared him to do it lol :P), and chanting "Yaaaaaaaaaaaam seng!" (Chinese "Cheers" equivalent) really loudly. The bridge and groom actually went from table to table to do this Yam seng thing and thanked ppl for coming. Although I'm not truly into Chinese cuisine (a lot of seafood dishes tonight, probably because there was a mix of guests -- Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists...), I thought the reception was quite well. I really liked the dessert at the end, some kind of honeydew-ish soupy thing, and lotus pancake or sthg like that. Yumm!
An interesting experience, today was :)
15 : Camping Consequences
back from Camp with a
much heavier bag of Clothes,
and a Tone darker.
---
Just got back from a camping trip organised by my school.
Yeah. Pretty tired.
14: the thought of Death
Today,
i was
reminded that i
might die Tomorrow. i
wonder if i
have truly
Lived.
My teacher friend was discussing about the theme of death in her English class yesterday, and she asked her students to come up with a poem related to it. Me being the sad observer that I am, joined in just for fun... but now that I read this poem again, I do wonder. Hmm.
By the way, in case you were wondering what structure this is, it's a 16-word poem, structured like this:
1 word2 words3 words4 words3 words2 words1 word
13: Driven to sadness
It fell. It slipped out,
hitting the hard floor. Shock sets
in: death in my hands.
hitting the hard floor. Shock sets
in: death in my hands.
I just ruined my external hard drive because of my own carelessness. Just perfect.
12: My Four Seasons
Passion like summer heat,
Faith like spring flowers,
Thoughts like autumn decay,
Heart like winter showers.
Faith like spring flowers,
Thoughts like autumn decay,
Heart like winter showers.
I'll be completely honest: I'm pretty heartbroken right now. Returning to my home country has been quite eventful for me. Leaving my 3.5 'student life' years behind, ie. my memories, my loved ones, my independence, my freedom... yeah it's pretty hard. Although I've been enjoying the food and meeting my family and friends, a lot of things have been brewing in my mind... about love, life and everything in between. As soon as I touched down on that plane that night, I realise that I'm back in reality; my bubble has burst, and it's time to shake myself awake.
I have only been here for a few days, but I've felt a variety of emotions of various degrees. Essentially, I feel tired that my thoughts & philosophies are being challenged by the people I trust and cherish - not exactly in constructive/positive ways. I'm getting tired of the put-downs and the general dismissive/condescending attitudes that adults here have...
I've been told that I'm too idealistic about the world -- and this will ultimately lead to my disappointment in myself and society. I've been told that that's simply reality - things can't always turn out the way we hope/expect them to turn out, because that's not how the world works.
I've been told that I need to look good all the time -- I need to wear the right clothes, I need to not get fat/pimples/scars, I need to do my facial routines and makeups, I need to dress nicely even when I'm not going anywhere important/for long; I need to LOOK MY BEST ALL THE TIME. I've been told that this is important in (Malaysian) society, because people decide our worthiness by our appearance, and if you're not thin, you're not in.
I've been told that I don't know how life works, how the real world is, how things really are -- how, essentially, people are. I've been told I'll never 'get it' because of my upbringing, that I can never truly understand, that I've got it easy and I should be grateful and just accept the fact that everyone leads different lifestyles and there's absolutely nothing we can do about it.
I may seem naive for being idealistic, but at least I haven't given up on caring about society because I believe that many 'rotten apples' CAN still change; they've just not been given enough opportunities/support in their lives to improve. At the very least, I still have some faith in people and not judge people simply by my first impression.
I may look ugly for not having the 'ideal' face/body/skin, but at least I know that beauty on the outside is nothing compared to what's on the inside (and that's what I personally treasure more). At the very least, I know that it's cruel to psychologically cause people to feel frustrated and ashamed about the way they naturally look.
I may sound stupid for saying/questioning certain things despite the fact that I've never been able to experience the things that the people I talk about have to experience, but just because I didn't share their (mis)fortunes doesn't mean it's impossible for me to empathise with them, and doesn't mean I'm completely blinded by my own life. At the very least, I am willing to admit that I could be wrong and have a lot to learn.
I am not that brainless, worthless and tactless.
Sorry for the long ramble, but it's amazing how one week at home made me realise why I love&hate everything here. I guess, like Tennessee Williams notes:
'Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart' - The Glass Menagerie.
11: Mis Queridas
We hug; bottled-up
tears burst out against my will.
Till we meet again.
tears burst out against my will.
Till we meet again.
This is for all those times I said farewell to the people I love.
My family visited me for a while recently, and when I sent them off I didn't take it very well. It didn't help that it was 'that' time of the month, the flight was super early, and I had only a few hours' sleep the night before. I'm so thankful that I had someone by my side at the time, if not I would've been really in the dumps. I love my family so much.
There'll be another sad farewell in about 2 months, but this time I'll be the one who's leaving. May God give us strength to overcome the pain, because I know it's going to be hard for the both of us. Thank You for lending me my sunshine to me the past few years. I hope we'll live on with smiles on our faces and peace in our hearts.
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