who that man is.

He sits by the window, pondering what to write;
Wondering which thoughts to pen.

He glances out the window and sees trees
Green and fresh, brimming with life,
Birds chirping and flying to and fro,
and the cat lazily sprawled across the floor.

He sees the construction workers
taking their lunch break
resting, eating, talking
before going back to work
to put the bread and butter
on the table for their family
back home.

He watches the maid following the student
Carrying his school bag, and following.
Not leading. Not beside.
As he leaps and runs at the front.

Is it a child totally dependent on
his family's helper
for his physical needs
or simply one unaware
of his surroundings
and simply enjoying
his life at the moment
smelling the roses by the
side of the road?

Then a fly buzzes in
to his world.
and his phone vibrates
with a new message incoming
a question to be answered
a friend to be comforted
or accompanied
or simply to be replied
because thats what friends
do to their friends
dont they?

And he gets plucked back
to reality
and he looks at the
man in the mirror
and wonder who that man is.

Funny Video

21 years of life...

21 years is to some a milestone.
Perhaps it is.
21 years of remembrances.

I've watched SBC to TCS to MediaCorp.
I remember watching cartoons on weekend mornings.
Animaniacs, and power rangers, amongst sesame street.

I've progressed from using fare cards to ez link cards.
Gone were the days I had to slot in the card and press the amount to be deducted.
Or to queue up and buy a monthly concession sticker to paste onto my student id and flash it at the bus driver every time I board.

I've lived through the rise and fall of Hello Kitty, Bubble Tea, Digimon, Pokemon... and probably more to come?

I remember playing
hopscotch
five stones
zero point
soccer
sepak takaw (how to spell?!)

I remember
come chinese new year, I would make
love letters with my mum at the common area
of a house I once used to live in.
We would delicately curl it into a roll
and make it crispy.

I remember asking my mum once
why she married my dad.
Security she said.
And that's the crux of any
relationship.

I remember us chatting at 4am,
your sweet voice helping me to
start the day right.
Then it fell apart.
My heart cried.

Am I holding on to you
as my ex did?

I remember doing more good deeds
in a span of four to six years
than in the past year.

I remember You.
Thanks for the remembrances.

Humor

Humor can be a sensitive issue.

If a tragedy occurs, and you are a victim,
some might theorize you are using laughter
as a way to express your grief,
and might encourage you to
laugh out loud.

However.

If you are not a victim, you just might
be lambasted for being insensitive,
incorrigible and unsympathetic
to others.

Speculation

Speculation was rife
Was murder done without a knife?
Or was it a simple end of life,
A leap off the board, a fatal dive?

Michael Jackson Tribute Video

Is it?

Random musings.

Glistening of lights across the water surface,
sound of rushing blood through my veins.
Yellow mixed with white and green and red upon my gaze,
colors within white strips marking lanes.

Gusts of wind that ruffles through my hair
Speech and actions they mock me everywhere
Living what appears to be a dare
Once I start I can't stop and frankly, I simply don't care.

Double laughter, it takes no trouble.
Huddle cuddle then burst like a bubble.