O Medicine!

O Medicine!

Where have you gone?

Your sweetness. Your flavor.

Your scarily accurate measure.

O Medicine!

Why do I have to wait…

To taste you again?

Do I need to be sick before you re-appear?

Or are you just playing hard to get?

O Medicine!

Can I fake a cough, or blow my nose?

Or does it have to be real?

The waiting game is unreasonable

It’s making things tough.

It’s making me unwell.

The pain. The suffering. The anxiousness.

O Medicine!

Why are you doing this to me?

Or could it be?

When I truly fall sick, you will appear once more?

To quench my desire. My thirst. My needs?

Could it be? Could it be? Could it be?

O Medicine!

Come back to me!

Craugh

There are times when a cry IS a cry.

There are times when a laugh IS a laugh.

And then there are those times when the moment calls for both a cry AND a laugh.

For these times where there is no word to describe, I shall call it a “craugh”.

These are the times that I am neither crying nor laughing.

When adults do not know what to do with me…

When I feel like testing the situation to see how people react…

When I feel like I need some loving or manja-ing…

When I feel like I need another push for that Oscar nomination…

I will craugh…

An Image of Independence

What lies beyond the horizon?

Beyond independence. Beyond boundaries. Beyond races.

Sometimes it's so hard to see...

We stretch. we tiptoe. we climb.

And after all our garguantan efforts

Beyond our strength. Beyond our abilities. beyond our time.

We see an image in sight...

In the horizon. Embedded. Infused.

That makes us more confused.

We see the image of ourselves

A reflection of who we are; what we've done; what we've become

Is it an independent reflection?

Is it a related refraction?

...

Happy Independence Day, Malaysia!

Curtain Calling

The way a curtain falls
Is like the way it calls
To steal a peek of things I can’t see
And check out what’s hidden from me!

Poop P(r)ose

The feed was good, my tummy’s stuffed
I let out a grin, I even laughed
It was probably a good time to sleep
And yet it felt like a crime to count sheep!

My bowels then growled and it hit me
Poop’s gonna come out so I better get ready!
I quickly rolled around to find a right position
Before things really start to get into motion!

I crouched down and lay on my desired spot
Raised my butt or something of that sort
With my head in comfort, I was now set
Before it finally comes out, you bet!

Happy Mama Day! (11 May 08)

Credits: Wildnatureimages.com

You have been with me since the very beginning
And even through all my crying and wailing
And enduring my naughtiness night and day
I am still your precious little baby

Your internal and external goodness I always treasure
Caring for my well being is like your second nature
I can never get enough of you when I’m by your side
Because you can easily soothe me when I have cried

Your countless sacrifices I can never measure
Nor your energy and time for that matter
I am so eternally thankful to have a Mama like you
So please hear my heart saying “I love you too!”

Happy Mama Day #1!!

S for SUPER

I heard Papa downstairs cheering in the wee hours of this morning. Not sure if I was dreaming or not, but Papa sure seemed extremely happy this morning when I saw him before he left for work.

Found out later that Papa’s Manchester United had just beaten Barcelona to advance to the Champions League final. It’s been like nine years since this club made to this stage of the competition so I guess that explains his happiness.

I hereby dedicate today’s blog to Papa with a headline tribute to the ‘S’ for SUPER performance of Man United. I’m also happy when Papa’s happy. Hee!

“Super Scholes scores a scorching screamer to scarily scrape a sensational scoreline that silenced the Spaniards and secure a spot for a simply sizzling showcase in Moscow next.”

Photo credits: Yahoo (Getty Images)

Ode to Brownie

It was a very sad and gloomy day here in Sitiawan yesterday when one of Ah Por’s dogs finally passed away and gone to doggie heaven. Brownie had been one faithful dog that has been here for more than 10 years.

I don’t really have a clue what breed Brownie is, but all I know is that with his stocky built, short legs and very furry hair, if there ever was such breeds, I would describe Brownie to be from the ‘cute’ and ‘faithful’ breeds.

Although I only got to know him for about two months, I could really sense that he was definitely a part of this family. This tragic episode brings a tear to my eye knowing that I will not get to spend any time growing up to know Brownie better. *sniff*

Anyhow, in his remembrance, here’s my very simple and final ode to Brownie:

Oh Brownie! Faithful dog extraordinaire!
So cute, so furry, with so much hair!
So faithful, So loyal..you were always there
Watching over the house with so much care

Your loving service we will always treasure
You are more than a dog, that’s for sure
A part of our family you’ll always be
That’s why we’ll really miss you Brownie…

This special doggie T-shirt I’m wearing is a special tribute to you, Brownie!

V

(warning: my first lame attempt at monologue poetry)

It started with a whimper. I had just woken up.
Silence.
I stretched. Grunted. Snorted.
Silence.
Not a good sign.
The whimper turned to a moan. To a cry. To a wail.
I was definitely hollering for a bail.

Footsteps. Ah…it works.
The feed was good. Mmmm. Yummy.
Certainly filled my tummy.
I cried one more time.
For attention.
For a cradle.
It came promptly. These adults sure have quick feet.

I cried again. Sounded like I was in pain.
I was not feeling ill so it had to mean only one thing.
The props came promptly. These adults sure have quick hands.
Snap off. Wipe off.
Snap on. Smile on.

I cried again.
For attention.
For a cradle.
It was time for my nap.
It was time to call it a wrap.
The cradle came eventually.
The rock. The sway. The comfiness.
Very quickly led to sleepiness.
I yawned. Eyes feeling droopy.
The cradle started to move. I could feel it.
But I was too tired to make any sense of it.
Felt sneaky.
Felt sly.
I was soon at the door of the cot.
No knocking required. It was all so inviting.
So perfectly set up for sleeping.

Gently I was laid down.
I let out a moan of contentment. Of satisfaction.
As my eyelids started to cave in, I caught a glimpse.
Yes, I saw it.
The letter V.
Two arms apparently raised in jubilation.
Accompanied with a sigh of achievement.
The letter V. The letter V.