Monday, February 23, 2015


The silent lie exposed, 
Her cloak is in tatters,
Her crowning glory, shorn,
Her open arms broken,
Her familiar embrace, cold,
Her joy humiliated,
Her power stripped away,
Her majesty diminished,
Her wonder, now decay.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Are we lost?

It is quite unbelievable how fast Time flies. 
The way she glides across the ripples of life,
Offering a glimpse that speaks into eternity.
The way she hurries not yet waits not. 

Life seems cumbersome in light of Time.
Slow, deliberate, wishful, thankful,
Harbouring, relieving, 
Hopeful, doleful.

Yet they are two of the same;
Creatures untamed.
Both substance and might;
Both phantom and flight.

Before we realise
Both will be gone
Before we surmise,
Both be reborn.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Putting the pieces together

Accept that no one person holds all the pieces. 
Enjoy looking for missing links.
Invest in the journey.
Open up to other possibilities. 
Understand that the picture will be complete eventually.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Journey vs Destination

If the journey is all that mattered, I would be queen but as life would have it, merit is not what it seems and winning is only objective to those who are not vested in the journey.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Going for gold

Why do anything at all;
If you don't go all out
And all the way.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Class act

Thinking out loud

Class; the elite
Class for the weak
Class on the board
Class from the road.

Class in the hat
Class on the mat
Class in the Bar
Class in the bar.

Class which is earned
Class which is learnt
Class that is fed
Class that is dead.

Class is the wine
Class is refined
Class is the beer
Class is the cheer.

Class in the word
Class in the hurt
Class when in reach
Class when we teach.

Class in the fun
Class in the mum
Class when it pains
Class in disdain.

Class is the worth
Class is the mirth
Class is the heart
Til we depart.

Saturday, August 09, 2014

Monday, July 14, 2014


Only you know the price of choice  
Listening to and heeding your voice.

Only you can tell the hurt that's carved
Into flesh too weak and starved.

Only you foresaw the faint glimmer
As clouds were lined softly silver.

Only you were in the fray
When emotions choked on every prayer.

Only you are worth the cost
Of being told my mind is lost.

Only you can make me move
You are all I'll ever choose.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Perspective counts

Size does matter and it matters where you look

Monday, July 07, 2014

Grass guzzler

Will happily eat longkang veggies for the rest of my life if only I get to spend time with a stocky grass guzzler all day, every day, forever and ever and ever and ever..... that's saying a lot since I don't have a penchant for kangkung.

Sarawak is so big and yet no 4-legged knight with soft muzzle and fiery spirit to be found.

 Sunrise on Mount Prabu

 Swimming in Tanjung Aan

This is my happy face.

Friday, April 25, 2014









Thursday, April 10, 2014

Linking with Ink

It happened slowly, gradually, over time. Without even being aware of it, unwittingly; knowing and yet unable, unwilling to take steps to rectify the situation.

The above description could fit a myriad of possibilities. In this instance, I write about the little piece of me that lives in every punctuation and verb and noun. Every pause and breath, every hurried phrase and pitched nuance. Prolific as I am, restless as I have been, waiting as I always will be, writing is not a mere account of my life to be advertised with good luck horse shoes or deep wisdom. Writing is invitation for neither ridicule nor praise, nor scorn, applause, appreciation nor judgment yet if they offer nothing and remove nothing, by the same token they are condemned as useless.

I took time out of writing to live in the "real world" instead of the wonderland of my imagination. In the "real world" I found the repetitiveness of the everyday both comforting and tiresome. I found that the anticipation to "do" was tampered by the arrogance of "can." I found that years can pass without communication and months can fly without taking stock. Without a creative outlet to channel my frustrations, to vent my hurt and reflect sense into a beautiful, tortured world, anxiousness took over, OCD spiked, possessiveness and control became paramount, nothing else mattered but self-preservation and self-reliance. I was riding the wave that God had created, surfing on a board of impossible grace, not wanting the momentum to stop, not wanting the wind to die down as fiercely as they howled, not wanting to catch the whisper to obey.

I could keep these thoughts all to myself. I could spend hours with stained fingers and bruised sheets, penning thoughts to paper, moving limbo towards a fixed course, all in the privacy of my own world.

No solidarity do I seek,
Nor understanding or comment,
Not even a squeak.

No kind word or harsh reply,
No long time friend,
No passer-by.

No talk of hope or encouragement,
Don't speak of worth or accomplishments.

Each to his own,
Each to his strife,
Each has his woe,
Each has his life.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Creating or Finding

Two trains move
Are they side-by-side
Or is there too great a divide?

One starts with I
One ends with me
But is it fate or destiny?

Is therefore right?
Or is it because?
Maybe it's down to a coin tossed?

Mutually exclusive
Do we have to choose?
Must it be only win and lose?

Perhaps the answer as always, lies somewhere in between for the more I live out my little creations, the more I find little impressions of my soul in the expression of my doing.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Learning to follow

I like twirling to the beat of my own drum. Unfortunately, when it comes to dancing, twirling to my own rhythm does not sit well with my dance partner who has the business of leading. I am quite sure my over-enthusiasm to twirl myself drives my long-suffering partner to despair that I might be an untrainable buffoon, hell-bent on remaining incorrigibly stubborn and unleadworthy :(

Must learn to control rise, fall, heel, toe, don't bounce, maintain tension and stop twirling myself. So many things to remember.

Saturday, March 29, 2014


I suddenly feel
like things are

What a strange feeling.

What does it mean?

What is coming?

Thank you God...
but what's next?