Thursday, December 31, 2009

Joie De Vivre

There is love after love, because the heart has the ability to love and then love completely and fully another.

It was cloudy,
It was,
but I saw,
millions of millions of stars.

Then I saw it,
some faded away,
and some shone brighter.

And I understood.

It's been a long year,
and so many things have happened,
good,
bad,
and I have to do it again.

to Elfin;
thank you,
for listening to my side of the story,
when I believed that no one would,
for talking to me,
when no one else was willing to,
for showing me,
that there's more to life,
and that it's to precious
to waste away on people who didn't care.
And finally,
for giving me strength and courage
to end it well.

to Iris;
thank you,
for allowing me back into your life,
for forgiving me even if you doubted me,
for giving me a chance,
And finally,
for opening my heart,
by showing me yours.

to Amanda;
thank you,
for being here for me,
time after time,
I haven't been the nicest person,
but you stuck with me,
when I was sad,
and alone,
till now,
when I'm happy.
So please remember,
even in the darkest of nights,
will come the light of day.

to Jane;
thank you,
for listening,
for being here,
for all the joyous times
you were willing to share with me.
Please,
don't give up on anything,
because you are one of
the strongest people I've ever met.
And the most unique.
So remember,
time is precious,
treasure it,
don't be late.

to Ezzul;
thank you,
for believing in me,
when I doubted myself.
for loving me,
when I hated myself.
for telling me
the funniest things,
and for making so many
of my days.
Because in the end,
I find that you will always be here for me,
even when I'm not here for myself,
and thank you,
for your selflessness,
and your sacrifices.

to Jayden;
thank you,
for showing me,
that life doesn't have
to be serious all the time,
for giving me something
to look forward to during chinese,
thanks for being lame,
and making me laugh.

to Jowen;
thank you,
for guiding me,
and for treating me.
You're my friend,
and I've seen your heart,
I've seen the generosity of it,
but the thing is,
you give so much to others,
that you leave yourself with nothing.
In the end,
don't sacrifice things
that are unnecessary.

to Michael;
thank you,
for showing me that
friendship is mutual,
and how TV is awesome,
and giving me something
that's mature to talk about.

to Wei Ying;
thank you,
for showing me that in the end,
all I needed was a little push,
and some support,
and for remembering what I like,
cause it makes me feel
that much more significant.

to Amos, Yi Jia and Jiang Hao;
thank you,
for being there for me,
whether it's for giving me support,
or holding an umbrella,
thank you,
for listening to me,
in my time of pain.

to Alex,
thank you,
for all the strength
that you gave me,
but you need to know,
that you are strong,
don't give up
because you failed,
challenge yourself,
try and try again,
and fight for things
that you believe in.

to Fabian, Claire and Ming Liang;
thank you,
for listening to my cussing,
and bearing with me through my bullshit,
for giving me something
to smile about when I'm down.

to all the friends who have come and gone;
thank you,
for finding it in your heart,
to let me go.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Let's Start Out Slow

The flashy girl from Flushing.

Because I felt,
that in the end,
during the last stretch,
I wasn't going to make it.

It would take a shot to my chest,
or a knife to the gut,
or a vehicle to run me down.

And I was scared.
I was scared that
it wouldn't end the way
I wanted it to end.

And all in the name of perfection.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Holding Hands.

Rule of the house: Marijuana is illegal in the states, yes, even if baked in blueberry muffins, that someone may mistakenly eat for breakfast, before leaving for their job as a TV newscaster. "This just in, look at my hand, how weird is my hand?" is not an appropriate thing to say on the air!

I would like to wipe
that smug look off your face,

I would,
but I still want to understand what I did,
what I did to cause you to treat me,
treat me like I'm a slave,
not worthy of anything.

And if you're not going to tell me,
I won't ever understand.

I know you're angry,
because honestly,
you don't hide it well,
you look at me different,
different than all the others,
and I would like to ask you why.

I am sorry
if I have caused you
inconvenience,
or any form of threat.

I just wanted you to know,
that you touched my life,
and constantly talked to me
when I was down,
I know I didn't do the same thing to you,
but you need to know,
that you gave me strength,
and showed me
that bad times,
will be over,
eventually.

And I'll be here,
when you need me.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Think Peace

Talkin' through the schnoz.

If life was a game,
And each person had something specific.
What would I be?

Like Monopoly.
Where you get money,
'till you are bored,
then what happens next?

Like Bubble Shooters
Where you get one shot
and one shot only,
or you plunge into failure,
then what happens next?

Like Pokemon.
Where you go where you need to go,
do what you need to do,
buy what you need to buy,
where life is planned out,
and you follow through
or you can't advance,
then what happens next?

Like Tetris.
Where you fit everything perfectly,
and you know somehow,
everything will be alright,
cause circles won't be
pouring down anytime soon.
You make some sacrifices
to deal with the next problem,
then what happens next?

Do we choose another game
when we're bored?
Do we shoot up the board
when we're pissed?
Do we give up
when we're frustrated?
Do we stick to safety
and stick to the rules
when we are scared?

Or maybe,













Do we stop,
think,
and realise,
that there can never be
one game for one person.


And if the rules say so,
Screw the rules.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Bugger Fish

Life only has meaning because there is an end. Death is what forces people to live.

In the end,
if I could do it all over again;

I would learn
to love exercise.

I would take out
5 minutes a day
just to smile.

I would take
strolls in the park.

I would say
I love you
to my family
and mean it.

I would have learnt to live in the moment.

Life is short,
you never know when you would die,
so what on Earth are you waiting for.
Time to ask yourself,
if in a minute,
we were to die,
would we die happy?



Monday, December 14, 2009

Yellow Head.

Ok, don't panic, we'll wrap up here and we'll go home and panic.

I finally understand
how it feels to fight a war,
by yourself.

So screw it,
screw your holier-than-thou attitude,
because it's bloody selfish.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Cheerio

You child.

It was simple.
It was a phone call.
and it made me feel
significant.

Because in the end,
you were always by my side,
even when you
were thousands of miles away.

And it made me feel special.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Court and Clark

Who would shoot a gnome? And why is the "G" silent?

Is it a drama,
where the leads
just can't seem to find each other?

Is it a tragedy,
where everything was meant
to go down the drain.

Is it a twisted game,
where all we do
is rack up the pieces,
and play again?

Is it stereotypical,
that you will always be in front of me,
and I won't be able to see?

Is it an alien language,
because I don't think your words are true
or they are,
but they no longer apply?

Is it me,
or is it you?

Monday, December 7, 2009

Bald Cap

Barbie's in denial, never listen to a woman who can't wear flats.

Oh,

Thank you,
for listening,
for being different,
for being someone
whom I can be myself around.

Thank you,
for being open to me,
and for allowing me back into your life.

Thank you,
for being here,
and talking to me.

Thank you,
for letting me breathe.

Thank you,
for smiling,
when you could have walked away.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Zeppo

What else does this "genius" have to say?

Hey.
Look at me.

Hey.
Listen to me.

Hey.
Talk to me.

I just want to sit down,
and to have a cup of coffee,
maybe ice cream,
and a conversation.

I want you to tell me
what's going on in your life,
what's going to happen next,
and eventually,
where we would go from here.

I believe that not all stories have happy endings,
but I believe if you are willing to work at it,
it will give something back.

I just need you to say,
sorry.

I just need you to listen.

I just need some basic respect.

I just need you to know,
that your words and thoughts,
are important.

but so are your ears.

So listen,
nod,
and accept,
and don't assume.

Because it's childish,
and obnoxious.

Because at the end of the day,
I just want to tell you what happened.