Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The girl with the blue blue eyes

The girl with the blue blue eyes
looks at the green green trees
and wonders about life and things
and the hidden colors of the breeze

In the dark dark night
she sometimes dreams of the red red monster
yet when she switches on the white white light
there is nothing but a sigh and whisper

She has many pink pink toys
and yellow yellow dresses she likes to wear
when she goes to pick flowers
under the moonlight showers

Some find her peculiar and quaint
and some find her bold and stark
but the girl with blue blue eyes
will always have colors in her warm warm heart.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Night Skies

The night skies beg to be appreciated
but everyone has gone to sleep.
The stars and clouds and blueness
reveal our dreams as equally deep.
Just because you have to get up early
to prepare for school and work and play
mostly thinking yourself silly
for the life of yours in appropriate display.
The brilliant glitter that chart the skies
with legends, tales and lore
is left to disappear without an audience.
There goes the wonderment, out through the door.
Windows are shut, air cons are up
curtains are drawn, eyes shut tight.
When the dark rises and light goes out
everyone gathers in front of the noise so white.
From the ends of the world the sky stretches
with hanging ornaments to fill the spaces.
A light zephyr contributes to the rhythm
the nightjar sings in perfect tune.
How is it possible for everyone
to miss a magnificent exhibit,
when all it needs are eyes
to turn towards what's only exquisite.
The night skies beg to differ
in the timeless twilight zone.
Not once so much as a flicker
did anyone realised they're not alone.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Do you know what it's like to have none?

Do you know what it's like to have none?
When food is scarce and water is rationed.
When the bills stack up high
and life to you is just a notion.
Do you know what it feels like
to be out there in the cold?
Or the times when you were a kid
and not always feeling this old?
Have you ever come up short of cash
and your cards don't work?
You have to squeeze with the rest
to inhale pollution, noise and dirt?
Was there a time you knew
what it meant to have a little less,
To eye the glamorous life
you could only guess?
It doesn't really matter if you think
having it all is the ultimate run,
Because even when you have everything
you could still have absolutely none.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


If you can forgive, anything is possible.
If you can't, everything is irrational.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

You know you're conditioned when:

You are obsessed with junk food.
You need something call stress-shopping.
You love it when a new mall opens.
You hate your job, your life and your world but do nothing about it.
You draw a line between people who are known as 'Us' and 'Them'.
You watch TV all the time but know you shouldn't.
You waste time on frivolous things every week but you keep on doing it.
You have to smoke.
You have to drink.
You have to get high.
You have to be promiscuous.
You have buried yourself with work.
You have to make lots of money because it is the thing to do.
You are cynical, sarcastic and neurotic.
You are angry all the time.
You do what other people do and justify it by saying 'That's the way it is'.
You line up a perfect life where you will get a car, buy a big house, get married, have kids to continue the humanity.
You are afraid of everything the news tells you.
You have no faith in the world of getting better.
You hide behind dogmas.
You cry alone.
You think you're the only one.
You die a miserable death.
You want something that you don't need.
You deny yourself the truth.
You deny others the truth.
You don't know what is the truth.
All you say is 'What can I do? I'm just one person? It won't make any difference.'

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Movie Night with the critics: Puaka Topeng Putih

May 1st 10pm was a memorable night for me. My second telemovie Puaka Topeng Putih, which sounds really cheesy, was playing on Astro. A labor day treat I guess. Watching with me was my sis-in-law, my two nieces, one of their friends and my two nephews. Everyone of us started commenting on the movie the moment it began. It was hilarious when they each tried to tell their version of the story and figure out what the entire plot was.

Although a lot of scenes have been left out due to time and budget, which was originally in the script, it was just as fun with the comments and remarks hurling from one end of the room to another. We laughed at the ridiculousness, we anticipated the horror and they badgered me for the ending and explanation of vague scenes.

Whether it was impactful or just forgettable the movie served as a night for us to communicate, interact and discuss over the long and short of it. It was, after all, a night with the critics, and everyone's a story teller, one way or the other.