heart on wings

{Sunday, October 15, 2006}

It's been more than a month since I went to my grandma's house...how much I missed her! When I entered my grandma's house, I was greeted enthusiastically by my grandpa. "Ling girl!" A bright smile illuminated his tanned face. "Ah gong!" Was my happy reply. Then I went into the kitchen. My beloved grandma was cleaning up the kitchen after her fantabulous cooking ended. "Ah ma!" I greeted her happily. "Ling oui!!!" She started to kiss my cheeks and hands and hugged me. I was showered with love. =))

As always, my grandma is a wonderful cook. Makes all the restaurants' dishes taste like normal dishes, really. Haha. And because many people came today, she cooked many ooh-la-la dishes. You know, my relatives came today, the same relatives as yesterday. Lil Justin was babysitted by my brother today in the afternoon; they played Xbox together and all. Lol.

My brother is a devourer. His plate is the serving of a giant, he claims it's because he missed my grandma's cooking badly and wants to make up for the loss of good good food. Lol. My grandma's has a weighing machine and you know what? My weight ain't lesser than last time. Damn, why can't I seem to lose any weight. It must have been the food cravings during the crazy mugging period, I guess. So I didn't eat as much as my brother, just a scoop of rice and a little of everything. It's also because I didn't feel like working out my painful teeth. Lol.

Okay, another thing added to my holiday plan would be to stay at my grandma's. I wanna live the life I used to live during my childhood days again. =) Oh, speaking of childhood, how I wish my only concern and worry would be whether my mummy would buy me that Barbie doll and nothing else. Lol. I really envy those lil kiddos running around and gazing at the world with their fresh faces and innocent eyes.

It's been a long time since I've written a poem. Since I have the wistful feeling, I shall think of one now.

Of mixed colours
Red, orange and yellow
Autumn leaves
Fallen and mellow
They lived their lives
Gained knowledge, became wise
But all through the years
They suffered and pined
Their loved ones
Were something they missed
As days came and went
Life to them was nothing but a mist.

Okay, I have a fetish for leaves and I find them rather interesting, hence the above poem. I know it sounds a bit weird, but the hidden moral of the poem is to treasure your loved ones; life is not just about gaining knowledge and success.

Wow, I sound so wise. Ahem.

9:32 PM;

be with myself


cappucino on a rainy day,
snuggles in the warmth of blankets,
hot food in the arms of hunger,
huge umbrella of a stranger,
embraces in the rain,
smiles amidst frowns,
triumphs and singing of the heart

in center


Raindrops like candlewax
Drowning in a
Solid sculpture, you Burning and cold.


Baking skills
Yoga/Electone lessons


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