Merry Christmas!

(Image from Google)

May the twenty-fifth of December

Exudes God’s compassion

Rings the bell of joy

Rocks the oceans of rage to

Yesteryear, with its wings spread and ready to fly.

Cherish the birthday of Lord

Hearts wide open to receive His blessings

Rise, the question from Santa with his gifts:

Is the family good? Do you behave well?

Spare the lives of the sentient, from this jolly day,

To recreate the Garden of Eden

Masked and buried under the worldly filth;

And may the Angels be around us,

Spring is near, May peace blossom and may fiends be buried under thick snow.

Knees

Knees

 

These are my knees on 3 July 2014 when they were first injured. Note the difference between the left and right knee.

 

A twist, and “Wham!”
There went my knees to the ground
With my left knee puffed like aRohan fish
From blood red, to mystical purple,
To night-dark black

 

And there comes the centenarian
Trapped in a body of a twenty-year-old.

 

The legs, making circles to the music,
Dragged into irregularity
And soon, even climbing the stairs
Is a gymnastic stint.

 

The doctor saw that Rohan fish, and said,

“That’s bad and bad,
I’ll give you some pills to go.”

 

Only after three days
Where my feet stayed like rocks. Still.
Only with a pair of helping hands
Did I get to dragged the rocks
To the ambulance

 

Only to find out

CLOTTED BLOOD IN THE KNEES

Almost ready to render me on the surgery bed

And return with
The atrocity of swallowing
White PILLS

And virtually grounded

No jumping, no running, no playing!

 

Ah, so much for attempting something done by
A SIX YEAR OLD-
A handstand! I bet everyone can do it?

 

Now, they can squat and jump
With a big fat creamy fluffy doughnut
Around me! (Gasp)
Pajamas became tights
Chopsticks to tree trunks
And two dumplings on my face!

 

Please friends, treat your knees well more than money
With money but without knees,
There you go, live in a mountain of gold
With a pair of wild eyes going nowhere

 

And if a stunt is what you do,
GRAB A TRAINER to get it right!
Or, just stick to ball games and jogging.

 

But without you, friends

My legs will be hard as rocks
Dead and still
And under the knife
I have to go
And faint under!

I am a haemophobe.

 

Language Acquisition vs Language Learning

This poem is actually one of my ELT tutorial project with some of my coursemates. Enjoy!

* “Sagen Sie mir, wo ist dein Song,

Sie können in der Klasse schlafen?“

How can I learn it,

When nobody speaks to me?

How can I learn Deutsch,

When all speak in English and French?

How can I write a song,

When I get my Subject-Object-Verb all wrong?

I was born in the country with the Sun to see,

And after a winter I learned my A-B-C.

“A is for apple, B is for boy;

C is for cow, and D is for donkey!”

Papa taught me ‘Alphabets Song’,

Mama taught me ‘Old Mc Donald’,

So I babbled in English as long as I grow old.

Then I want to make wedding gowns,

So I flew to Paris.

‘Bonjour!’ ‘ Merci!’ God, help me!

I even pronounced ‘croissant’ as ‘croy-sen’.

The Parisian gave me that stare (Ha Ha Ha),

But thank God, French words grace the streets.

When I speak in English,

They replied in French instead,

*“excusez-moi?”

The French pronunciation is like a Rubik cube,

Fun to explore, pain to solve,

By rolling my tongue into a ball,

To talk more and erase my woes, once and for all.

The French pronunciation is like a Rubik cube,

But it is peanuts, as when I learn German off YouTube,

I talked to all but a huge eye piercing screen,

With no friend to talk to but a mirror to preen.

So I pranced down the streets of Berlin,

When I say *“Guten Tag”, they replied “How are you”!

* Translation: “Good Day.”

Like a wandering monkey in the alley,

I tried, in vain, to look for a German-speaking ally,

So I went to a class and bought many books,

And burned the midnight oil to get my language right,

Even a *“Zwei Frühstücks” cannot show its might!

“Sagen Sie mir, wo ist dein Song,

Sie können in der Klasse schlafen?“

To write a song, a city of aliens,

Is like me, drowning slowly, into the deepest seas.

Down, down, and down,

Unless if someone rescues me, speak to me. 

*1. Translation: “Tell me, where is your song,

              You can sleep in the class?“  

*2. Translation: "Excuse me?"

*3. Translation: “Good Day.”

*4. Translation: “Two breakfast.”

Post-Holiday Holidaymaking at Pangkor Island

Hey guys! Sorry for updating my blog really late, especially on this post which should be updated three months ago! My assignments and examinations were keeping me busy! Oh well, the same ho-hum excuse?


By the way, since I don't have many pictures in hand, let me share my experience through poems instead :D

The sky crystal blue,

The soft white sand shows its virtue;

The svelte coconut trees, with long leaves,

Dance to form a picturesque.

Under a cloth roof, so strong yet so weak

Strong to the pegs but weak to the wind;

Close to being a blanket, with that eau de parfum inside,

To open our minds to treasure love more than gold.

Happy students jump into the water

Felicitating in the touch of Mother Nature,

The waves, like cradles, buoys with its cool, gentle arms,

As we talk to the glimmering fish, for the first time.

Up, up the slope

The eager and the faint-hearted 

Climb together with kinship as a rope

In search for hope.

Thirty-nine hearts together

To embrace summer and winter

With windy roads and falling rocks to encounter

And it is just now or later.

Life is Simple

As we first opened our eyes
to see the light;
As we first opened our ears
to hear mummy's voice;
As we first opened our mouth
and cry;

Our voyage begins
A voyage from Mum's Cradle
To Never-Ending Land

Brains and brawns are we
just like our non-human friends around;
God gave us the faith, the hope
that we can give rainbows and build bridges
to make this world a Utopia.

He gave us special brains as a gift
so languages we create to speak
and to pass down to our children and grandchildren;
ideas and logics we manifest
to create good livelihood, but

Our life ain't as simple.

As the trees and flowers and shrubs
grow strong from the ground
felicitate under the warmth of the sun
taste the nectar from dew drops

The land animals roam free and wild
across hills and savannahs;
The hummingbirds, magpies and parrots reate melodies
and sing in Mother Nature's choir.
The fish danced in the clear blue rivers
and deep blue seas, along with red shrimps and crabby crabs
while Mother Oyster painstakingly produces
Nature's jewels.

And Man, the Rulers of the World
pay to live with every single cent,
to rewrite God's prescription and ode to live
into a version man fancy. 

For the luscious candies of nature grown 
underwent surgeries and genetic modifications
before slapping them as being super-healthy.
Those, hand-created by God, freshly from the ground
bear the burden of an extra adjective:
"ORGANIC"
with the price-tag triple of that of their counterparts'
and send goosebumps down the laymen's spine.
Where is "ORGANIC" food before World War Two?
None, because ALL food is pure and natural
without the burden of an extra adjective. 

The food, the skin care, the house-wash
Once attainable with oil and soil
Now required a millionwillion ingredients
with a list longer than a professor's thesis
Improved livelihoods and civilization? Yes-
Obesity, cancer, allergies, heart attack
Are our bosom friends now.
So cheap, so fragrant, so beautiful, so dear
Yet deadly
As we put these into our bodies to save money,
Our poor bodies are screaming for mercy.

Juicy, thick fat steak
Becomes a sign of social status.
Got milk? How about some pus and hormones with that?
Got egg? Oh, yummy hen period
produced with the expense of the happiness of the hens.
Why harm our animal friends? To nourish?
We gnaw the nerves and muscles off our FRIENDS
and bathed in their blood
and make merry out of a big fat roasted turkey
when there they are in a massive concentration camp
spanning hundreds of years, with their wings clipped and feet bound
to see their family members torn apart from them
every DAY.

We want to move-no more.
These are the days where
Extracting petroleum hydrocarbons for PET, 
polymerization, producing PET pellets, stretch blow molding
cooling down the mold and checking for leftover PET 
are deemed easier than
PROCESING STEEL, MOLDING THEM, 
SELLING THEM AND WASHING THEM FOR ANOTHER USAGE
because we are disposable. We eat, we sleep, we wear, we poo, we throw.

And why the fur, hides and leather for clothes and arm candies?
Why, we are born with our own skin and
insecurity and lack of confidence prevail
so much that
we need to hide under others' skins and coats
the fox, the minks, the rabbits, the tigers, the leopards, the goats?
and we mass produce them through concentration camps
and process it with heavy metal just to rid bacteria and all that jazz
slap a 10K price tag onto it
and have them making their ways into fashion runways,
a symbol of success, and a symbol of pride
when we can have them cheap and easy with
something without flesh and blood-cotton? cool and fresh,

Why we need to pitch knives and swords
against our friends? Why the bloodshed
for a common land? We are all homo sapiens
with 99% similar DNA. It's the skin colour, location and brains
that set us apart, apparently.
For resources and an uber race, 
we set our friends'house on fire
and deport them as slaves or to their ends
and have to pay the price of war
and to sign neverending treaties in the end...

WHY THE HASSLE OF IT AT ALL?

Life is meant to be simple and easy for all
As long as we walk the path
as prescribed by God because
He has painted a picture of life
and designed the seas, the mountains, the plains,
the plants, the animals, and the humans, supposed to be the smartest.
With our brains, we should have make the world of better place
but instead we stabbed against Him and made him cry in fury
and end up with a circle of malaise


Sharon Ng Huey Yuek
14/05/2014
6.29 a.m.

Dear Santa

I may be as small as a speck of dust
In the vast, thick black night sky.
Deep in my heart I wonder
If I am a kid good enough
To receive a little gift from You, Dear Santa?

Hope for toys I don't.
Santa, may you give us a break
From the toys and candies and luxe
Just for once?

Santa, may You bless rains and beautiful sunshine
To the once bountiful regions on Earth
Now devoured with harsh weather and
Torn apart with cannons and gunfires.

May you shower the gift of life
Rays of hope
To the pillars of their nations, their states.
Only when their wings get mended
will they soar high up to the clouds above
And bestow the kind rains
For the world to change.

Santa, may you bless us
With pure heart and sound mindset
As they born gifts from gifts.
And with a pure heart and clear mind
Will we know our direction
And want nothing more than
The seeds of compassion and merry spread around.

Santa, may you bless the men
With a clear brain and soul
as good as Gold, as kind as You are
And may at least a few turkeys and cows and prawns
Get to rejoice and felicitate in this Merry weather
And not to be destined to a lifetime to suffer
Only to be on the plates for men to revere!

Santa, may thou bless us all this Christmas
and thou be blessed and merry too.