Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Journal entry #6


This is a picture of my best friend. I took it when we went out during the semester break. We haven’t seen each other for a while so we decided to go to Gunung Lambak, a recreation spot near our hometown. As it was still quite early in the day, there was only one restaurant opened for business and we were the only customers there. The restaurant was surrounded by trees, giving off an aura of tranquility. We chose a secluded place to sit so we wouldn’t be disturbed. I had earlier realized that she didn’t seem to have spared a thought for her clothes. She had on her black rimmed spectacles, her favourite old red sweater with an old T-shirt underneath. It was as if she just rolled out of bed, grabbed the sweater and tudung, then dash out the door. Turns out, I wasn't far from the truth. She sheepishly told me that the shirt had indeed doubled as her "pajamas". She had an inkling that her mom was about to assign some chores to her, so she quickly sneaked out of the house to avoid them. I was the unwilling accomplice in her “Great Escape”. We spent the time chatting about old times and catching up on the latest news. I was engrossed with the conversation but all the while I was thinking of snapping a candid photo of her to remember the moment. While she was taking the last few sips of her drinks, I took out my phone and got ready. She looked down at her soon to be finished drink, chewing the straw. I called her name, she looked up and I quickly snapped her picture. Her exasperated shouts and threats of not giving me a ride home is well worth it. It may not have been her best moment, but it was her most honest. The picture is a constant reminder of what friendship is all about, giving us the freedom to be confident and comfortable in our own skin.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Journal Entry # 5 : Ordinary Me

My mother shares the satisfaction
Of my success
My father shares the pride
Of my achievement
None shares me for me
And in that I am alone

Their eyes
Looking at a prodigy
Not seeing the child
Their ears
Hearing the accolades
Not listening to the cries

The next Einstein
They want me to be
The next Mozart or Picasso
They call out to me
None wants me to just be me
And in that I am alone

I see other children
Like me
Unlike me
Running towards the future
Of uncertainty

I long to be with them
For they belong to a simpler life
I loath to be with them
For they represent what I cannot have

To watch Spongebob
And not be appalled by the idiocy
To read Harry Potter
And not fret about philosophy
To be common and not extraordinary
To be all this
Is a dream to me

Promises (from a husband)


I wanted to, I swear I do
But I’ve got so much work to do
Come on dear, don’t look so blue.
You do understand, don’t you?

Of course I remember
That promise I made
Long ago during our courtship
Come on dear
Stop pouting those lips
It is, after all
just a silly trip

I promise dear
We’ll go next year.
Just you and me, alone together
Now, now dear
No need for that sneer
I won’t forget
like I did last year

Since I couldn’t
Get you the real deal.
I did the next best thing,
I’m giving you a glimpse.
Happy birthday darling!

Wish you were here...not! (To a friend)


Wish you were here
To see and feel
The beautiful sun, all shiny and bright
The wind softly caressing our tresses
The warm grains of sand beneath our feet
Schools of fish swimming merrily

But,
If you were here
You’ll only see and feel
The sun burning your skin
The wind messing up your hair
The sand getting stuck in your pants
The fish nipping your toes

When
You seek the wrong in all that’s right
And fill my ears with all your moans
You’ll push away tranquil and calm
I realise then that
I didn’t want you here at all


So,
Hear me now
Slayer of peace
Go back from whence you came
And leave me in heavenly bliss!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Missing you (From a secret admirer/friend)


The day he left
A part of you went with him
You tightly sealed your heart
And pushed me away

I find myself
lost without you
I find myself
missing you

I miss the way
you tuck those wayward strands
behind your ears
I miss the way
the room lit up when you smile
I miss the way
my heart skipped a beat
when you caught my eye

Wake up dearest
See the world through my eyes
Feel the music inside
Set yourself free

Memories (To an old friend)


Remember those nights
at the Cotton Club?
Where we danced all night
Till the break of dawn?

Remember those nights
at the Cotton Club?
When we swing, we jived
Away from our troubles
Stamping our feet
On our misery?

Remember those nights
at the Cotton Club?
Where the dance floor bound us
Our limbs tightly wound together
As we moved to the same beat

Those nights are no more
Swallowed by the passing time
But the memory of it lives on
At the back of our mind
Like a revered shrine

A piece of me

My mother hates you
My father avoids you
But you're most precious to me
My sanctuary
Where I can be me

My little piece of heaven
Your walls kept me safe
Standing guard as I roam the world
Knowing I will come back down to Earth
Always

What no one understand is
Every piece of trash
Every chipped paint
Every scribbles on the wall
Every part of you is me

I came back the other day
And was shocked
They've changed you
Painted over our memories
Now will you change me?

Suddenly it rained
And you slyly let drops of it
Fell on me
I let out a sigh
You're still you
I'm still me.