NaPoWriMo 2015 Post #6 Adventures on the MRT

Walking in the hot sun for 25 minutes
To the MRT station daily at noon
Surely can be considered a cardio workout
And an unwanted daily tanning session
I’ve grown much darker too soon
Oh the joys of public transportation
Trapped like a can of sardines
For the next 14 minutes
I bury my nose into my book
Desperately trying not to smell
The ponytail swishing lady in front
Or the overpowering cologne of the man behind
Oh I wish there were empty seats
So that I can have some space to breathe
Fat chance of that happening
When at the next station
Even more passengers push through
Front, back and centre, a tight squeeze
Finally the train stops at City Hall
And I couldn’t be more pleased
When everyone in front of me disembarks
And I get off the train with ease!

NaPoWriMo 2015 Post #5 I don’t think people around me know

I don’t think people around me know
How hard it is for me to smile
Or have  happy thoughts
It usually takes me a little while

I don’t think people around me know
That I don’t laugh and play all day
When my mind’s concerned
Over all the bills that I have yet to pay

I don’t think people around me know
That I wish I could curl up into fetal position
And sleep in bed all day
Perhaps then this constant migraine might finally go away

NaPoWriMo 2015 Post #4 Dites-moi

Dites-moi
Those words that you rarely utter
That phrase that  I longed to hear
Whether I still matter?

Dites-moi
The reason my heart aches
  Believing in you was a mistake
  Was everything said fake?

Dites-mois
  The truth that it’s over between us
  That you were not the kind to marry
   Why string me along like a passing fancy?

Dites-moi
   Why is it so hard to speak the truth?
   Why must you run away from reality?
   Why can’t you just tell me?
 

NaPoWriMo 2015 Post #2 Andromeda

Today’s optional prompt for NaPoWriMo is to write about stars. The first time I was ever gobsmacked staring at the stars was when I went to the Grand Canyon. It was like the sky was decked with loads of diamonds, for lack of a better description.

Andromeda

I remember the nights that I couldn’t sleep
I’d lay awake on my bed in the darkness
Staring at the fluorescent stars on the ceiling
A map of tiny stars arranged in a pattern
Made a pretty picture with a mythological meaning
Beautiful Andromeda honored as a constellation
A lady that was once chained naked and waiting
On a rock by the sea as a sacrifice to Cetus
Protecting the kingdom thru a solitary offering
And saved in time by the Greek hero Perseus 
I wondered when I could see this set of stars
Perhaps I might have to travel very far
It’s far too bright to see anything clearly
Whilst living in this super bustling city.

NaPoWriMo 2015 Post #1 Twenty-Four

NaPoWriMo is back again. Another April of squeezing creative juices from my under utilized brain. We begin this month with an optional prompt of, “negation”. I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but it’s all in the name of fun, just like the first two years before .

Twenty-four

It is not the age that I wish I was once more, 
no, foolish fancies should be ignored
like the gold sequined halter top hidden somewhere on the floor.
It is not the length of my jet black locks,
No, my thinning mane  probably needs a chop
Perhaps red highlights might give it a pop.
It is not the hours that pass by in a day, 
Nor the time spent exercising away
Like a hamster on the wheel at play.
It is not the weight that I carry,
No, just a percentage of twenty
Like yeah I know I’m pretty heavy.
It is not the measurements of my hips,
No, just an extremely frightful number
the dress size where nothing ever fits!

Brand new year, brand new beginnings

We say farewell to to 2014, a year full of challenges and hardships.
“That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”-Nietzsche
I hope that I’m able to face  whatever life throws my way this year better than how I did last year. I basically wrapped myself into a bubble of some sort. Only focusing on the business and my family, I was in my own cocoon. The business wasn’t going too great with the increase in competitors vying for the same tiny piece of pie. It got to a point that I didn’t go anywhere but work and home. I didn’t meet any friends unless they sought me out. (I counted just three) And I didn’t eat out much either, hence not many blog posts about new restaurants or cafés. I was not the usual me. It was difficult for me to smile or laugh. What was easy, was bursting into tears when I’m alone at night. I was turning into a nougat-eating zombie.

I begin this brand spanking new year with a mission. To actively call/message at least a friend a day. I managed to have proper, long, meaningful conversations with old friends in Melbourne, Toronto, Kuching, Kuala Lumpur and Brisbane. I meet people everyday, but nothing beats talking to people who really know you. I hope I can keep up with this mission and be more of myself this year than last year.

Eating all that nougat and candies last year was not a great idea, but it supressed my cravings of wanting something sweet or heading out to cafès to buy pastries or cakes. I guess I have to add more fruits and vegetables to my afternoon snacking list. Currently, am obsessed with persimmons, yellow bell peppers and cherry tomatoes. Yums!

I need to go out and skate more often. The weather has been rather dreary of late, I hope the coming weekend will be sunnier! I have missed going to the beach to skate! Sweat drenching my shorts and baggy tee, a total mess but I know I’ll be tired and happy. Weekends for skating and weekdays at the gym. If I’m exhausted, I’m sure I’ll be too tired to even think.

Today, I blasted music out loud at work.  Whilst packing all my dvds to bring back home, I sang out loud to Matchbox 20, Jason Mraz and Santana, and I actually felt good. A sort of stress release, I guess? I hadn’t done that in years! Spotify’s going to keep me company this year!

I hope I can keep up with all that I’ve set out for myself this year by eating healthier, living better and be more like myself. It’s an urgent challenge I issued to myself. And the only person that blocks my way to a better me, is me.