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Irresistible You…

Big adorable sexy eyes…
Cute squeezable cheeks…
Tiny pursed kissable lips…
Setting my heart aflutter…
Making it go pitter patter…
So how can I not desire…
To play, tease and cuddle…
With such a delightful bundle?

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Posted by on 31 SatAsia/Kuala_Lumpur2018-06-23T20:45:31+00:00Asia/Kuala_Lumpur06bAsia/Kuala_LumpurSat, 23 Jun 2018 20:45:31 +0000 2017 in Creative Juices, Life in Transition

 

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Life’s Like That…

Here’s a little something I wrote last July 2017 and only realised now that I didn’t published it.

I have always made it a point to leave all my personal baggage at home when I go to work. Even if I feel down or have just experienced a bad night, all that does not matter when I am at work. When I’m at work, my focus should only be on my students and work. That’s it, nothing else. So when I have a packed day, it’s easy. Just like today with back to back classes and then off to lunch with the students, so that they can have more practice speaking in English. After that it’s back to the office to list down all the things to be discussed in the meeting I have called for later. Oops, it’s time to head up to level 25 to double check on some ETAC audit matter. Once done there, quickly head back down and discuss with the others on an upcoming CSR activity. Oh, look at the time, it’s almost 3pm. Better head back to the room, as the rest will be coming for the meeting soon. So I head back to my room. Open the door for them and make a quick dash to the toilet. I then just realised that the only private time I’ve had so far today is when I’m in the toilet. Ok, time for the scheduled meeting. There are so many things running through my head. But I tell myself to focus, hoping that everyone comes on time, so that I can finish things early and take care of other matters. But of coz’ that’s not the case. There’s always someone who will drag his feet. Well, that doesn’t matter. No time to dwell on it. Focus! And so I start off the meeting and cover all the necessary bases. Just a little bit more, I tell myself. I get agitated when people do not pay attention. But I just keep repeating to myself, “hang in there.” And then, at last, the meeting concludes. It’s the end of the day. I can now take a breather. I can finally finish that container of grapes I started eating since this morning. I can now let everything sink in. I can exhale, close my eyes a bit and let my shoulders sag down. I can finally be myself.

At the end of the day, after work when I’m all alone, I wait for someone to come, hoping I can unload a bit on him, hoping he can cheer me up a bit. But that’s not what is to be because he does not think I deserve it. He’s too into himself to see me, the weary me. He’s too eager to rush off from my side. He does not think I have the right to be vulnerable. He thinks I am made of steel. He thinks I am a robot. He thinks I cannot have a moment to myself, a moment to process. He does not think I have the right to it. He does not have the time to hear about me. He fails to realise that I too am human, made of flesh and blood. I too bleed. I too hurt. I too need a listening ear from time to time. And so because of that, I close my eyes, suck everything back in and just move along. I remind myself, even if the world comes crumbling down around me, it doesn’t matter coz’ life goes on. I too must… move along… The tears can trickle down, but that does not matter coz’ he does not care how I process my life. He makes it clear when he easily ignores my plea. I’ve gotta be strong. I’ve gotta be strong for myself. The pent-up emotions, the bursting words I am left with, words he does not want to hear. I have no choice but to scribble about to release myself, to ease the pain, to console myself. Words… Words… Words… Words, my only comfort, my faithful friend.

 
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Posted by on 31 SatAsia/Kuala_Lumpur2018-02-24T17:19:32+00:00Asia/Kuala_Lumpur02bAsia/Kuala_LumpurSat, 24 Feb 2018 17:19:32 +0000 2017 in Life in Transition

 

Love Love Love

We are all created differently.

Some of us believe that we can love more than once in a lifetime, but some of us don’t. Some of us can fall in and out of love over and over again. Some of us, on the other hand, believe that we can like more than once, but that we can only love but once in a lifetime. If love passes us by in this lifetime, then we would have to wait to love in another lifetime for we can only have but one true love in a lifetime. And so in this lifetime when love is no more, life will go on for us. We will keep strong. We will smile, we will laugh, we will just go on living. But once in a while unbeknownst to anyone, when thoughts creep in or when we see something that triggers a memory, we will turn melancholic, we will drop our facade and our smile will turn into sadness and our laughter into tears. Just in a little quiet moment, we will let our guard down, we will let ourselves feel, to give in to our emotions, and let those salty drops of water trickle down our cheeks. For only when we are completely alone, can we show our weakness. Just for a brief moment can we close our eyes and just be our one true self.

So do not judge a person by what you see on the outside coz’ we are all build differently. We all see the world differently. We all experience the world differently. We all choose to live differently.

 

 
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Posted by on 31 MonAsia/Kuala_Lumpur2017-07-17T23:58:18+00:00Asia/Kuala_Lumpur07bAsia/Kuala_LumpurMon, 17 Jul 2017 23:58:18 +0000 2017 in Creative Juices, Leisure, Life in Transition, Love

 

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The Roses are Red Series…

PicsArt_07-22-10.54.52Not too long ago, I went through this phase or a sudden craze of writing stuff beginning with “Roses are red… Violets are blue…” Blame it on Bobby Vinton. I’m such a sucker for oldies. 😅 Anyhoo, I did loads of nonsensical writing with those 2 lines and created quite a few poems. That’s what I call them. 😁 I wrote about anything and everything.  Each time it’ll just be a short stanza of 4 lines. So, here I am sharing some which I’ve written.

 

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
Chocolates are sweet…
And so are you too…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
You, my sweet babe…
Have a date with my boots…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
You’re so sumptuous
that I could eat you up in a scoop…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
I obviously have
a soft spot for you…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
I wish you would not
be such a big douche…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
When I’m with you…
I become such a fool…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
When I’m with you…
I go all cuckoo…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
Where, oh where…
has my sustenance gone to?

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
The other one said
I wanna show off too…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
I am such a fool
for sticking with you…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
It’ll be so nice…
to receive flowers from you…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
Shall we have
a playdate for two?

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
It’s time to bid…
a very good night to you…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
I would really like
to have more of you…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
Should we have
some more of you?

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
Why can’t I
have enough of you?

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
Come on over
and let us pujuk you…

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
Guess who couldn’t resist
saying good morning to you?

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
You’re so good…
I think it’s a boon!

Roses are red…
Violets are blue…
The Roses are dead
And so are the Violets too…

 
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Posted by on 31 FriAsia/Kuala_Lumpur2016-07-22T11:57:48+00:00Asia/Kuala_Lumpur07bAsia/Kuala_LumpurFri, 22 Jul 2016 11:57:48 +0000 2017 in Creative Juices

 

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They Don’t Know…

They don’t know…

They don’t know…

That they are the ones who keep you sane…

They don’t know…

That they are the ones who make you laugh…

They don’t know…

That they are the ones who make you do crazy stuff…

They don’t know…

That they are the ones who keep creeping into your thoughts…

They don’t know…

That they are the ones who make you care…

They don’t know… They don’t know… They don’t know… 

They will never know…

 
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Posted by on 31 WedAsia/Kuala_Lumpur2016-07-20T22:59:41+00:00Asia/Kuala_Lumpur07bAsia/Kuala_LumpurWed, 20 Jul 2016 22:59:41 +0000 2017 in Creative Juices

 

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Pick me Up…

Have you ever had days in which you wake up and you just feel blue? You feel down and if possible you just wanna run away to a corner of the world and hide for a while. You just feel like escaping somewhere, so that you can wallow in self pity, so that you don’t have to plaster a smile on your face and look at others all bright and cheery. 

I’m sure this rarely happens, but no one can deny that they have never experienced being blue before. Hmm… Life isn’t always sunshine & rainbow, it’s not a bed of rose petals. Things don’t always go as plan. So what do you do? You adapt. You pick yourself up from whatever funk you are experiencing and move on coz’ like it or not, life goes on, baby. With or without you… Life… goes… on…

 
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Posted by on 31 FriAsia/Kuala_Lumpur2016-07-15T14:32:58+00:00Asia/Kuala_Lumpur07bAsia/Kuala_LumpurFri, 15 Jul 2016 14:32:58 +0000 2017 in Life in Transition

 

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Looking back at 2015…

Dang… It’s the last day of 2015 and I still have a few unfinished stuff to see to. Looks like I’ll need to drag them into 2016.  😅

Alright, let’s do a little bit of reflection on 2015. Let’s see… Let’s see… Hmm… What did I learn from 2015… Hmm… 2015 taught me (in no particular order):

  1. to let go no matter how much I want to hold onto something

  2. to be brave to try out new things

  3. to be daring to ask for more

  4. to be courageous to speak out for what is right

  5. to enjoy the little pleasures in life 😋

  6. to keep strong coz’ I can only always depend on myself 💪

  7. to indulge in my fantasies as often as I can

  8. that dreams might not come true, but fantasies can 😁

  9. that two wrongs can make a right

  10. that Clay Aiken was right all along

  11. that there’s nothing wrong with me

  12. that adventures are mine to make

  13. that it’s alright to be single (at times you have more fun being single)

  14. that there are all sorts of men out there 👦

  15. that there is no such thing as “THE ONE”, but there is “SOMEONE” 😂

  16. that every cloud does indeed have a silver lining (if there isn’t, we will create one for it!)

  17. that those darn white hairs will not stop sprouting no matter how many you pluck out 😜

  18. that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side (at times it’s just a smoke screen)

  19. that I can’t always keep things bottled up inside or else it won’t be pretty when the volcano erupts 🌋

  20. that I should be selfish at times and just think about myself

  21. that que sera, sera… what will be, will be… 😄

All in all, 2015 wasn’t bad. It was an eye opening year, I guess, an interesting year with new experiences. I can actually say that I ended the year on a sweet note. Got loads of things completed today. Now, praying for more good times in the coming year! 🙏

再见 2016!!

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Looking back…

 

 
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Posted by on 31 ThuAsia/Kuala_Lumpur2015-12-31T22:54:45+00:00Asia/Kuala_Lumpur12bAsia/Kuala_LumpurThu, 31 Dec 2015 22:54:45 +0000 2017 in Life in Transition

 

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