"The Moon"

When I was a little girl
I thought about the moon
I wondered whether it was a bird
or the sun that came out too soon

I thought about some other things
Like what I'd like to be
I wondered why the bird in the tree sings
and whether I could be he

I imagined myself to be in many places
At different time with different faces
Sometimes I was as confused as can be
because I didn't know which one was me!

Then, I grew up and realized
this was just a game
That if I often fantasized
I would have no aim

I thought about the moon once more
This time an older girl
I knew what it was there for
No, it wasn't at all a bird

I realized the moon came out at night
To give us all some light
It had a time, a place, an aim
And it was there to stay
Until the sun came out again
and it was another day!

~ by little Tan Lee Quin

SuperDad & SuperMom

I've been trying so many ways to express my love and gratitude to both daddy & mommy. i tried to pen a poem about them but I was stuck with too many things to write. i tried to make a short video about them but i couldn't decide where to start. Or maybe I can compose a song about them but God knows I'm tone deaf.

sigh....

maybe all they need is my most sincere message, after all....

If one fine day I find that daddy and mommy has died before me, please do not attempt to tell me life must go on...because I will not find a better reason to live for...

If daddy and mommy will never find out, please let me leave them first, and after which please do me a favor by telling them " If there's an after-life, please let me to be their daughter again..."

If daddy and mommy can be re-born at Pure land, please let me bow three times under their feet, and let them know they have been the greatest parent to a child like me....

Sadhu, Sadhu, Sadhu

Flying star

It took me a blank stare
of why the dove's a worthless pair
and so the story goes
about how it ended
but yet started in despair

Winter goes and summer breeze
and that unforgettable cypress tree
underneath the shades
sat a girl, imaginary
of when she could be free

Fantasy dreaming
Reality mystifying
So much a princess by heart
and warrior in faith
She said
"there is love, there is fate
I will just need to wait"

Warm wind blows, decoding
Silence broken, awakening
A cupid playing magical melody
whispers into her sanity
begging her to leave
to set free.....
to fly up high...
far into the sky
Soft clouds cuddle
Colorful rainbow swings
with her pair of brand new wings

No sorry, no worries
No limited boundaries
Days were night
Dawn till the morning light
She flipped her wings and there she traveled
far away from earthling fights
but how much she missed
how little she felt
that long lost humanity rights

This is an angelic joke
she finally realized
that so much she had bargained
by looking down with naked eyes
and not
gazing up to the meteoric skies

She broke the spell
and fell right down
Bruises blue and scratches brown
the scar may fade
but the pain remain
Only time will heal
and stop the vain

She clasps her hand and made a wish
Glitter! Glitter!
My lucky star
lightened with reality
decorated with dreams
escape me from this ruthless stream

There again
under that shady tree
where she waited jauntily
but no one knows
now
She's very much a lady
with innocence so affectionately
and thus she said
"If there is a reason for us to wait
then let it be love and faith"

~yenny, for that person she ever loved~

The Mind

In the earth of changes
In the world of truths
In the atmosphere of coldness
In the place of loneliness
In the mind of emptiness

"Believe" is not enough
"Love" is more than it takes
"Wish" is not solution
"Do" is not the best way
"Say" can't help anything
"Silence" making things worst
"Why" is not a right question
"But" is only confusing
"Cry" spreads out tears
"Laugh" loses energy
"Live" troubles added
"Die" problems ended

In the world of greatness
In the world of challenges
In the atmosphere of freshness
In the place of happiness
In the feeling of easiness
In the mind of peacefulness

All about L.O.V.E...

"Security is not derived from relationships alone, otherwise you’ll give the relationship too much pressure. And you won’t be happy......

-Miriam-

My plights > Unanswered

I'm waking up extremely early today. Or maybe I haven't slept the whole lonely night. My heart was beating so fast that I can hear it's every beat last night. My brain was urging me to think, but what do I actually think, I do not know.

I'm driving in a long weary road, full tank fuel, but with no direction. I keep on moving forward, knowing it's part of this human game; but not knowing where to go. I always blamed myself for not mapping my life, but what can I do with a map? I can't read map. Useless. Worthless.

uh-uh...think I dream about driving last night while sleepy angel caught me unaware. Back to my topic, I've left so many questions unanswered last night, and there they are....

Why are things much easier only when you need - to write than to communicate, to criticize than to recognize, to believe than to trust, to betray than to devote, to shout than to speak, to attack than to assist, to ignore than to please, to deceit than to reveal, to leave than to stay, to ignore than to acknowledge, to give up than to accept, to hope than to pray, to hate than to love, to end than to begin.....

My Alibi

I thought I could stop waiting
never realize my mind is betraying
I thought I could stop thinking
never know my imagination is rolling

This is not good, for us
I can't stop the rain
You can't ease my pain

We've been through oh so much
how do I tell you I'm really sorry
this time
I'm not worthy, to the least
to a man like you
Don't, please
remember all the promises
hopes and dreams
There isn't a future, to the least
to a woman like me

I may have loved you too much
that I choose to hurt you now
rather than this
shall never end with lies
shall never begin with love
Yet another.....
and another story of us

Confession is something I don't do often. I think it is difficult to be expressive verbally, because I always cannot find the right word to represent my feelings. When I pen down My Alibi, a sense of guilt over-whelmed me. I never felt so relieved ever. It felt like I'm finally leaving hell of fires migrating to the land of peacefulness. I've learned to enjoy guilt at last. A form of energy telling me that I'm too like anyone else - I have the right to be wrong. I have the strength to say I'm sorry and start all over again. I have the dignity to tell myself things can start all over again.

Six years had passed. Looking back, I've questioned myself countless times if I ever regretted to write him My Alibi. But a hush of soft wind tells me now....Let go girl, you have always wanted to be free....