Quaintly True

Y i K a i

Goldren Rays

Sunday, June 26, 2011 ( 4:19 PM )

Shit.
I might be thinking that the Sun shines out of your backside.
Again.
Reminder: the golden rays comes from the sky.

End; Also quite glad I'm softer now.

有沒有

Thursday, June 23, 2011 ( 8:51 PM )

Fits me at this point.

也许没有承诺比较轻松

也不会有沈重的枷锁

Turn off your favourite song,
just like there's nothing wrong

也许时间一久就会遗忘
就真的当是误会一场

End; Ironied.

Love is a poem

Tuesday, June 21, 2011 ( 10:25 PM )

Love is a poem

That's why most poems are about love.

It needs so little speaking,
but it means so much.

It if fluent,
yet it takes effort to smooth it out.

It's words rhyme like the perfect match,
and there are still so much which is which.

It galvanizes the most curious fantasies,
also not forgetting harder truths and tougher beliefs.

It arouses even the most undersirable emotions,
still it draws you in
till escaping becomes cheating death.

Poem /ˈpoʊ.əm/ noun [ C ]
a piece of writing in which the words are arranged in separate lines,
often ending in rhyme, and are chosen for their sound
and for the images and ideas they suggest

Separate lines, Perfect rhymes, Ideal imaginations.
That is love, that is poem.
Poem performs having loved and being loved,
and often leave itself off with no defined ending.

End; Are you in poem?

For Being

Sunday, June 19, 2011 ( 1:45 PM )

For being my favourite Dad.

Recently, I had an interesting (but light-hearted, no worries) argument with my Papa about addressing each other. He complaint that I do not call him 'pa' whenever I reach home or he reaches home, which is absolutely true that I do not adopt this habit as I think it (very) silly. He's not fuming la, but I suppose he just prefers that warm, childish welcome after a tough day's work. Haha. And my point of rebuttal is that - I really don't have to call 'pa' to address him or as a sign of I know you are there, ahoy there! and that on the other end, children of other families who do "pa, I'm home (tada!)" doesn't mean they truly practised so called Respect. Saying doesn't always means meaning.

Today is Father's Day. And this post is dedicated to him. He's not the world's greatest Dad, but he's my favourite Dad - which practically makes things much more significant and sensible. I will never want the world's greatest Dad; I just want my favourite Dad.

Well, yes you are right - it's not as if I have a whole collection of Dads to choose from. But only because I don't need that to own a collection to know that I have already gotten my favourite papa.

Thank you, pa.
For being a loving father.

I always, always say your greatest trait of being a father, a son and a husband is knowing how to Respect. Yes, I'll illustrate this again. I'm very grateful you always allowed me to take the path I want; and so unfortunately these paths often fall under deeds you'd disagree to. In primary schools - several occassions ranging from the times I insisted on singing for the Mooncake Festival to taking part in the National Drama Competition - all against your disagreement. You looked all unsupported for the drama competition during primary 6 year and did not come to watch. But you came to fetch me home that night. We grabbed the champion! And don't lie. You are proud of me, haha! Not forgetting, the biggest 'threshold' you have ever overcame is probably me coming to DADP - a totally 没前途 diploma course. Pressured by family and practically just anyone around us, you handed me the ticket to a polytechnic and gave up your chance to boast having a VJC son. Still, we really didn't give so much of a damn to what others have to say. Yet it is the choice you made

against your own will

that struck me most. It's really unfair for you, I know. I'm sorry for being unfair, but I'm not sorry for making that choice. Apologies again, but I can tell you this is just the beginning. These things, these dilemmas, these crossroads will be back and back for more cycles of wounding and healing. Hmm, I can already count the issues we're going to talk about next (shh, secret). And I'm only 19 at this stage!

But this is not about me, back to you. It never crossed my mind to regret finding myself in this family of four. Unlike what you mention too often, no, I don't find the low income you bring a hindrance. I don't hate you for that. So stop being sorry about it, for I don't need bells and whistles. I will only thank you for giving me this small family whom I love and whom I trust. Who is more than enough for me. Thank you

For being my favourite Dad.

To mine, and to yours: Happy Father's Day!

End; Man, my first word as a baby wasn't 'papa'.

( 12:31 AM )

I'm so jealous you have me.

Pink Dot

Saturday, June 18, 2011 ( 1:22 AM )

oh my guan yin ma! I have not posted for 18 days?! Ok I've sinned. Amitabha.

Ok, let's have a less poetic, less emotional, less ambiguous writing for a change! Well... I'll be attending Pink Dot 2011 tmr! Along with Peng, Min, Lene, Lly and Roy. (Wow, it's been a while since I mentioned names in my posts, huh!)

Gotta don myself in pink, and haha, Ron and Eon made me wear this and this alone (with pants of course) to Pink Dot. But of course, I'm not gonna, and am wearing my sister's hoodie instead as suggested by Peng!

Ok anyway. I realize many, many, many do not realize what's pink dot event! I mean, Aani can think it's about breast cancer --> oh my god! To all readers... pink dot is an event as a healthy protest and support for the LGBT community. Lesbian, Gay, Bisexuals, Transgender. The tag line this year is Support the Freedom to Love, and I'll be there to give that support because I also believe in loving whoever you want and be loved by whoever you wished. Freedom to love, anyone.

The saddest thing, however, is that so many misconceptions about this act! Even by the LGBT community. Hmm, ultimately we have to realize that...

no one here is saying it is right to be L, G, B or T. It's just saying there is nothing wrong to be L, G, B or T.

Do you see the difference? There is a whole lot of difference between saying something is right and saying something isn't wrong. Hmmm... we'll see.

End; Pink yourself up!