Monday, October 19, 2009

i closed my eyes


i closed my my eyes
to see how life is without sight
and appreciated the sense of sight

i covered my ears
to hear how life is without sounds
and appreciated the sense of hearing

i numbed my tongue
to taste how life is without tastes
and appreciated the sense of taste

i held my nose
to smell how life is without fragrances
and appreciated the sense of smell

i wore a thick overall
to sense how life is without touch
and appreciated the sense of touch

i shut my mouth
to verbalise life without communication
and appreciated the ability to talk

i stopped breathing
to breathe in life
and appreciated the ability to breathe

i stopped thinking
to find..
i just cant stop thinking about you..

like how a moth would fly to that source of light
be it the distant moon that it will never reach
be it the reflection of moon in the pond that drowns it
be it the candle flame that burns it

moths will always fly towards light
just like my thoughts to you

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Jazzies

Stretching

Jump Shots! Gwen need to jump higher!


LEVITATION!

Looks like they are jumping onto Zee
just look how petrified she is!



of Zee

you just cant help but to love the jazzies

Sunday, October 11, 2009

sound

stuck two earplugs into my ears
and found the world going silent on me

saw the construction excavator cross my line of sight
without the usual annoying sound pollution
that never fails to leave a bitter taste in the mouth
as it rudely wakes me up on weekend mornings

saw "Lucky" playing on my iTunes
without the melodious tunes getting heard
could only imagine how it would have sound
if these earplugs were not on

walked down the street
with numerous people walking on the busy street
with not a single sound
with that eerie yet awkward silence that tingles the goosebumps

someone bumped me from the back
glared at that poor guy
only to remember that he said the "Excuse me" that wasn't heard by me

what's a world without sound?
i smiled as i unplugged the earplugs
and heard you say "Hello!"
STOMP 09
amazing coordination
amazing genre of music
amazing crowds
made esplanade hall come alive
liken to that you will see in a live concert

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Mid Autumn

of mooncakes and lanterns
astonishment at the difficulties in finding a couple of lanterns
and a few packets of sparklers
panic as fumes fills the room
laughter follows

the lanterns illuminate to a beautiful comforting glow
emitting soft warmth from within

lanterns were never special themselves
always requiring that correct chemistry
of a candle, and that spark
to start the flame going and growing

let the candle burn
don't let the flame extinguish
lets keep this beautiful sight and touch
of the unification of
a simple lantern, candle and spark


Tuesday, October 6, 2009

monkey stalked me

pet owners would agree that pets, in fact, understand what humans say
despite their inability to comprehend the very language that we speak
english, mandarin or hokkien

there were already many instances whereby monkey had proven herself
to have the ability to comprehend human language
this was what happened yesterday

5.30pm (her usual walk time)
monkey : whimpers*, attract attention, sits in between my legs,
looks at me as if her neck had solidified

me : oh no.. i am lazy.. hmm.. monkey.. later la..
i bring you out at night okie? just not now.. now i busy doing work ok?

630pm - i went out

9pm - i came back and guess what.. during this period is her most inactive want-to-sleep time.. so she is usually inactive.. just lying down.
monkey : stares hard
me : ignore, watch tv

and then.. MONKEY STALK ME wherever i go! i went to the kitchen, she followed. i went to the toilet, she followed. i went to the storeroom, she followed..

what a scary dog.. lol.. and i was kindna forced to bring her out for a walk.. :/


Monday, October 5, 2009

sigh

dont you just hate nights like these?
when it hits you when you need your sleep most
only to find yourself awake in the middle of the night
afraid to sleep
afraid of that uncontrollable insane scratching
these are times where you still hate that you were born with it

damn itch