Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Gut feeling

After lying dormant for a while, I decided to refresh my Linkedin  citizenship here.

Irreverent and irrational, my opening remark to any would-be employer was:

Relishing out-of-the-box, steep learning curves, I want my mind stretched like Italian pizza dough. 

Going against the stereotypical grown-up professional, I still hold out for someone who understands that the true Italian pizza base, once worked through with yeast, is the pizza's real asset; versatile, resilient and able to bear much flavour (olives and pancetta anyone?) though simple-looking and unassuming. 

I also succeeded in making myself very hungry writing my own introduction. Ah, the power of suggestion.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Tuesday, September 01, 2015


I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Charred wood of faces drift away then return,
Memories of smoke unfurl on a twig...

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
The arid air chokes out both the giver and the given,
Can't think clearly without a--

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Light-headed, faint-hearted, what just happened?
Why can't I brea---

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Grasping at unspoken ash from a past left dry, forgotten,
The dust is everywhere.

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
There is no end.

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Charcoal stings spear eyes too dusted to turn,
Then a tear...

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
So don't apologise,
I'm losing what I don't deserve.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

True mediocrity

Is achieving balance mediocre? Should balance be something to be achieved or is balance the final pit-stop for those who simply cannot continue to strive? Is excellence only found in the journey of those who speed on as crazed adrenaline junkies or can achievements be realised in the quiet, still moments of contentment?

Even now, success is an accident; neither by sheer force of will nor by talent nor imagination and it seems that where there is a will, there is but disappointment and faded dreams and falling short of expectations, even if they be self-inflicted.

In fleeing mediocrity, has something far more precious been left behind? In seeking contentment, has the one thing that can provide peace been overlooked? In pursuing grandeur, have eternal riches been abandoned, covered in dust?

Have I set my gaze too rigidly that I have forgotten that when I lose my first love, nothing else matters, even if I strive to shape perfection through flawed lenses?

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