ANOTHER CHRISTMAS STORY...

Santa is here again this season

Packed his bags with the favorite gifts for you and me

Rudolf is pulling the cart

Where all the sweet things can be found

The big snowflakes falling from the sky.

Daddies are hiding presents for Christmas,

Mummies are making cakes and icings

You and I are just hanging around, waiting for Santa Claus

This is another Christmas story…

I hear the “twelve days of Christmas” chiming everywhere

“I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus” ringing in my ears

I just realized the season is near, all because my home is filled with lots of tidings, wishes and gifts.

This is another Christmas story…

25^th is the day…

24^th is the eve…

What have you got up your sleeve

Just so you can show someone you care on Christmas day…

 Having the little baby born on this special day is what 25^th is all about

But making time with family, friends and loved ones will be the most memorable to me this season…

What about you, make a wish now, because

This is another Christmas story.

DREAM LOVER

Everything seemed like a dream until...
 I met him... I saw him face-to-face. He looked so real, had a face of an angel; brightly lit with a light from an unknown source.
 I could neither believe what I saw or what I dreamed of, then I felt something spring up in me, all of a sudden I heard myself saying "I saw you".
 Could this be me?
 Could this be the angel I dreamed of?
Was I still dreaming or perhaps it was an illusion.
Maybe, I was just hallucinating.
If this is a reverie, then I need to be jolted out of it.
He looked so real though, as if I had painted a portrait of him in my dark-eyed dream before seeing him...
...he looked exactly what I saw in my dream, just as perfect as can be.
With my eyes closed, I tried to figure out that perfect picture again, but the more I tried, the more closer I felt him physically.
How can I ever tell him how I feel about him?
Maybe, just maybe, this piece would.

A FEELING WITH PURPOSE

I love to scribble what runs through my mind
and make a diary of it with memories of my past someday
but one thing I'm realizing is that I don't just write what my mind tells me...
but with my heart filled with emotions, I'm able to pour out my feelings through WORDS. 

LOST MEMORIES

I forgot about the future

 In order to think about the past, the past I always see when I blink my eyes…

… It keeps occurring to me anytime I hear that name,

See that face,

And think about those times.

My past was always filled with refreshing memories I find hard to forget,

All because I was with that one heart that really never can be found again…

… Even though my future holds a lot for me, I still cannot be

Without the other part of me;

My past, where all the hearts paused, just to see ours beat.

… It’s all coming back to me

To realize how much I miss this past

And how I would want it back…

… If wishes were horses, beggars will ride,

But just maybe my wish of seeing my past again could come true.

A PRAYER FOR MAMA...

Life wouldn't have been any better without you.
you are a necessity in all life's situations.
For my sake, you give up all your happiness just to see me smile.
You are a diamond among stones...
a precious mineral among pearls.
What would I have done without you?
Who would I have been without your words of encouragements and inspirations?
sometimes, I forget all the days I cried, just to put on a smile to make you happy.
When I say a prayer for anyone else, I never forget what mama went through to see me grow.
Now, it seems like yesterday when I was just 6. Mama was there to wipe my tears and pull my cheeks so i could smile from ear-to-ear.
Up until today, whenever a tear drops onto my cheeks, all I see is mama.
Always there!
Always there to wipe my tears off.
I'll always love you, mama, no matter what. 

Dedicated to my mum and all mothers who make a difference...

MY LIFE PARTNER

It feels like I’m swimming,

Swimming in an ocean of love

Where no one can warn me when I’m going past the red line,

Where no one can save me when I’m drowning,

Where no one can bring me back ashore and say “breathe in”.

But I won’t panic, because I have a lifejacket…

… One that would save me from drowning,

One that would carry me ashore even with a storm ahead

And one that would keep me safe

Inside of it when I need to be protected.

There… that lifejacket is you.

And I’m swimming in your heart where love flows like the ocean.

It’s you, baby… it’s you.

BREAKING HEARTS... MENDING LIVES

If all lovers were waiters,

I’m sure the number of hearts they’ll break will be like bottles…

If all lovers were gardeners,

They’d always gather hearts like shattered pieces of broken pots and vases…

If all lovers were babies,

Every breakable valuable would be bought over and over again…

If all lovers were surgeons,

I bet they’d mend lives like fixing bodies into place…

If all lovers had hearts that really cared,

There’d be no reason for making up for mistakes or mending broken hearts,

But there seem to be a tag on every lover’s shirt that says “move on” and so they move on to always mend someone else’s broken pieces, because as they move, other lovers come to mend what they left behind.

This certainly is a love chain of breaking hearts, moving on and mending lives, but if we sure have to mend lives, let’s not break hearts. 

BLAME GAME

We’re at it again…

… It’s just started to come to an end.

Why do we always have fights

When we don’t even know why we’re fighting.

He doesn’t want to take blames,

Neither do I.

We just sit, staring at each other

Because the more we talk, the more we yell at each other and create more fights.

This is all we do now; sit and stare.

No one wants to own up and end it all,

But it has never been like this.

It just started with an argument

And now we can sit for weeks or months without eye contacts.

I never wanted it to come to this,

But no one wants to take responsibility for whatever happens.

I’m sorry.