I still remember

As years go by, you might have thought that we have grown separately but little can you see is that we actually never grow apart. That's the most beautiful discovery of true friends.

Your love is black

STOP RUNNING YOUR WRETCHED LIPS LIKE A LEAKING PIPE OF TOXIC. STOP POISONING PEOPLE WITH YOUR TRIVIAL FIBS ABOUT ME. STOP LYING AND FORMING SOME SEMBLANCE OF ALLIES TO HATE ME. I HAD YOUR AVOIDANCE, I DON'T NEED OTHERS', WHO ARE, IN FACT, MY FRIENDS AND NOT PURELY YOURS. KUDOS TO YOU FOR TAKING OFF THE BLINDFOLD. NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY FOR WHO YOU ARE. I AM COMPLETELY BAFFLED BY THE KIND OF RESPECT YOU SHOWED ME. WILL I FIGHT DIRTY? OF COURSE NOT! FIGHTING DIRTY ONLY GETS ME DIRTY. I'D SAY LET KARMA TAKES ITS COURSE. TO THOSE WHO LISTENED AND BELIEVED, I'D SAY IF WHAT YOU DON'T SEE WITH YOUR EYES, DON'T WITNESS WITH YOUR MOUTH. ANYWAY, BY BELIEVING SO, YOU ARE ALREADY NOT A FRIEND. I DON'T NEED ANOTHER CHEAP SEATS AT THE BACK. I'D GIVE YOU THE BENEFITS OF DOUBT.

Going Japanese

Some like it Nigiri, some like it Maki, some like it Oshi, some like it Inari, some like it Chirashi, some like it Nare - zushi.
I like mine
vinegared rice topped with anything
fresh and raw,
within convenient reach.

A train of life delectations.

These are the fables

Is this as good as it gets?




A country of political assassination, high crime rate, discouraging education system, empowerment abuse, racial injustice and human right oppression.
I hate whatever that is happening to a place I called home, for the lies it lives on and propagates, for the undying hatreds it arouses, for the "dictatorships" it puts in the place of democracies, and for the "starvation" that stalks after it.
I hate it, and never will I sanction or support.
Don't get me wrong, I love my home but find it hard to defend for.

It's your birthday

I will never forget this date
I want to thank your mother for giving birth to you
For she blessed me with,
a sister
a "mother"
a friend
a confidant
a partner in crime

Someone to show me that there is a lot more in this world.
something bigger
something bolder
something wider.
Something that I, myself, could not have a grasp of it.

I will always remember our toilet bowl-hogging good times,
promises of becoming spinsters together,
the reluctance of returning home,
the insatiable appetite for cheap food,
low tolerance of bimbos,
those hot bitching sessions,
cold lame jokes that merely rattle bones,
joys, pain, sorrow, happiness, pride,
dreams, hopes, loves, disgusts, future,
all in one.






Next year, next time.

Cold kids of the night

Behold the 9 degree
is it Spring or am I deluded to believe that winter has yet to end?

Fury thing that moves on four legs, conversations over Luis Bunuel's Surrealist Martini, Mocha and Cappuccino do not curb the dead feeling of cold. I guess it must be cold for there are no warm memories.
Time is scarce, we sure fully utilized our 24 hours, spent it talking - loves, disgusts, hopes, dreams, future. The conversations stretched till the next morning come.


Time like these compromise lust for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire.

Loose Translation

Sometimes I wonder if I could be walking, talking and thinking right in step with everyone. Will there come a day whereby everyone is in synch with me -- or that I've been in synch with them all along?

It never comes a day when I don't be deemed as cocky when my confidence is growing steadily. So much as that when I am at my lowest point of esteem, it never cease them to take glee over my misfortune.

She told me "because you've scored many wins recently, its inevitable that you will come in at second place sooner or later."

Stay humble and accept your accolades as they come but don't ask for more. People get annoyed when they're asked to applaud for someone they've already acknowledged. Don't push your luck.





I am just happy and I want to share it.
To who, without being judged?

TGIF

Thank God, it's Friday

on a Monday night!

Myriad Harbour

The endless mount of work and deadlines are taking a stake of my time. When was the last time I did a selfish thing for myself? I have been so selfless, lately. It almost feels like I don't have any time for myself. All of my giving is starting to impact my emotions.

You're my drug

If addiction is judged by how long a dumb animal will sit pressing a lever to get a 'fix' of something, to its own detriment, then I would conclude that KokoKaina is far more addictive than cocaine.

Sarawak-bred, unsigned artist, youtube it-girl with captivating beautiful voice, simple acoustic guitar play, adept song writing; rumor has it, Jack Johnson music took her on. Without a doubt, one to watch out for in many years to come. The pride within me begins to unravel.

A painter paints picture on canvas,
listen to her painted stories on silence...

KokoKaina - I Am Me, Once More (Original Song)

When the world sees me

...through my lens

Oh, dream on...