Mother and Child

Martha bandaged another finger,
grimacing at the pain from the cut
and her feet that bored the weight
of a child too sick to rest.

She laboured over the stove
and remembered the pressure
of her growing womb
against the tumor that forced
tears streaming from her eyes.

She ladled porridge into a Micky bowl
and stood it on the table to cool.
As she rested her aching back on a wicker chair,
she remembered the reward
for the decision not to take painkillers.

“Mama” came from a now happy bear
pounding his paws, against the side of his pen.
His smile was like honey on her lips.

(27.03.2006)
(revised 30 July 2006)

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Mother and Child

Martha bandaged another finger,
grimacing in pain from the cut
and her feet that had bore the weight
of a child too sick to rest.

She laboured over the stove
and remembered the pressure
of her growing womb
against the tumor that had forced
hot tears from her eyes.

She ladled porridge into a Micky bowl
and stood it on the table to cool.
As she rested her aching back
on a wicker chair, she remembered
the decision and consequences,
not to take painkillers.

“Mama” came from a happy bear pounding
his paws, against the side of his pen, for food.
His smile, like starlight, lit up the room
and lifted her up to the clouds.

(30 December 2005)

Tag - Five Weird Habits

This was previously lost when I was re-organising my blogs. I've done a bit of editing but nothing that changed the meaning of the context.

Okay, Cookala tagged me for this blog game.

The rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.

Here's my weird five (only five?):

1. When I was small, I used to keep a diary. I didn't have a locker to keep it in and I was always afraid that other people would read the entries, so I wrote in a code which I invented using alphabets and numbers. I sometimes still do, such as with my passwords. Code aside, most people still don't understand my gibberish. Conversation-wise, I would sometimes blurb out sentences, meaningless to my family. When asked, I would tell them I was continuing from the conversation we had a week ago, much to the chagrin of my family. Heh.

2. I'm obsessive about most things and almost perfectionist about things I feel should be perfected. As a child in school, I had terrible handwriting and a teacher in my grade one class commented on it to the whole class. From then on, I worked so hard to improve my handwriting, now everyone says I have such beautiful handwriting. They never knew. Now, when I have to hand-write notes, I would throw them away if my handwriting is not good enough in my eyes. I will re-write until I am satisfied and if I am not, I'll resort to have them typewritten on the computer.

3. Obsessiveness continues (heh) - I'm obsessive about cleanliness though my own area is at most times untidy (excuse: I never seem to be able to find the time to tidy up and they get untidy again pretty soon despite my trying to organise things. Hey but when I arranged stuff, I need to arrange them neatly row by row without one item out of place). I hate dirty toilets and people picking their noses in public. I also hate hair falling all over the face and have to resist the urge to snip them off (I'm talking about other people's hair since mine is neatly behind my ears except for a bit of fringes or else they're frizzed up neatly).

4. I do most things with my left hand and left leg but when I played hop scotch when I was a child, I hopped with my right leg. Now, I write with my left hand but I can hold a fork, spoon and knife in the correct manner. I also hold chopsticks with my right hand where they should rightly be. When I sitting for my secretarial examinations, I wrote with my right hand when my left hand got tired from all the writing.

5. I hate bright lights and can read well in dim lights. I hate tight clothings and labels or clothings which scape my skin when I wear them. I usually cut out the labels from my tee-shirts.

Does that count? Okay, here's another one. I prefer savoury not sweet food for breakfast. If I'm stuck with only a piece of cake, I'll probably eat it only if I am near starvation because it's sweet not savoury. Otherwise, a cup of milo would do.

Okay, now I have to do some tagging. I tag DaniB, Alson Teo, Sharon (Ren), vmh (Vicky) and Messalina. Have fun!

And Happy New Year, people.

P/S: I know I'm ranting again. That's why I should stick to writing verses because at least I'm compelled to condense my rants.

PP/S: I forgot to write about the weird weird stuff such as encounters of different kind and deja vu experiences, heh.

Merry Christmas

I tried to post an animated card but was not able to. I'm still learning and will try to do so again.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Here goes again (no animation though - sorry)

Architecture Fun At PFFA

My house (at drawahouse.com):








Based on the drawing and the 10 answers they gave this is a summary of their personality:

Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.

When it comes to love, you shut yourself off. It's difficult to win your heart because you have decided to keep your feelings deep inside. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.

You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.

Avatar Fun at PFFA

Avatar fun at PFFA

Field of Weeds

Sometimes, our mind is a field of weeds,
where there's no tree to provide us shade.
There’s only the wind to keep us company.
And dandelions that invite goldfinches
to mesmerise and attract bees to sting.
Poppy seeds, innocent in our muffins,
hide in the ground to sprout unwanted dreams.
So which to weed out and which to keep
is a choice only we, ourselves should make.

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10 December 2005
(revised 30 July 2006)

The Blue Door

Do not stare
at the little blue door
in the corner
of my bedroom;
lest it opens
and you are pulled
into the darkness within.

Do you see it,
all its four feet by two,
big enough to go through
if you crouch a little?
Do you hear
flapping of wings
like insects trying to escape?
Or is the flip-flip
just the leaves outside
my window brushing
against each other?

Do not stare
at the little blue door.
If it is still there,
do not be tempted to go in.
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9 December 2005
(revised 19 December 2005 )
(revised 30 July 2006)