masquerade; paper faces on parade

Saturday, March 31, 2007

we was walking

reaching

coming together

hard as it was

i averted my gaze

choosing to turn to my friend

in what had become

such a habit

contrasted from the previous

all it took was

a step

a step to step away

we turned to our left

my left your left

my left you're right

not to say you are right

that maybe you're the most wrong

that's come into my life

and i think of Ms. Beyonce

how irreplaceble you are

even by yourself

and i think back to that moment

how awfully modern to say nanosecond

but i ponder

our souls may have reached out

stretched

brushed

but we stepped away

8:56 AM

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Just realised that 2 of my friends met with an almost similar encounter on March 14. And they were both doing the same things!!

Cindy was checking her EZLINK card for points when a boy of about 11 asked her for money - $2.

Seah Han was topping up her EZLINK card when a boy of about 11 asked her for money - $2.

And they were both at Sembawang.

WOW.

1:37 AM

Sunday, March 4, 2007

PURE

SUPER

ASSURANCE

LENDING

SMILES

7:19 AM

Saturday, March 3, 2007

did you think

i do not care for you?

did you think

i do not see your pain?

did you think

i do not hear your cries?

did you think

i do not know your heart?

many times

i've stood by you

did you see me?

i spoke to you

when no one else would

did you hear me?

i've held you hand

led you through the difficult times

did you feel me there?

you let go of my hand

and ran away

once we were out of the darkness

i saw you jumping

around with your friends

you were so happy

i heard your laughter

that still brings a smile to my face

and a chill down my spine

i can't feel you there anymore

vanished and disappeared

left and gone

good night, my child.

1:21 PM

a long way we've come
many years three
it's hard to believe how i survived
now that i am free

i've learnt a lot today

and it's shocking

how they all tie in

with the one news they bring

that i should never wallow

in misery, pity or mud

that in this Year of the Boar

a more apt word couldn't be found

that i must never again

grow soft and weak

easily muddled

not a carrot i'm not

in exactness of time

grief appears

it can be ghastly

reeling with no return

a double hearing

on the carrots, eggs & coffee

reverse the years five

i've seen it before

and it is the same

as a mother's grief

misery

pain

take it times three

and Fate appears again

by the tick of time

i've loved you

1:15 PM