Sunday, October 17, 2010

Trampled On

Cultural Sensitivity.
Yeah right.
Some people, like you, you and you flaunt the words around to serve your prejudices.
As if I was born yesterday.
Aif I wasn't born HERE - Sabah. Negeri Di Bawah Bayu.
So don't even dare to imply that I haven't considered all (if any) possibility of offending any types cultural sensitivity. Unless they are yours, kan?

I don't understand why some people get worked up over a dance <gulp> <gasp>. Modern dance, for instance does not, in any way, encourages osculation, fornication or wankinism or wayward thoughts. People dance for fun - activities that are enjoyable or amusing.
Not everything screams the birds and the bees okay.
Loosen up a little, will you?

Have the decency to inform me in advance before pulling the plug next time yeah?
Not after I've worked so hard (all that time and money) only for it be canceled in the eleventh hour.
Just because I'm a youngsinglenewt-----r doesn't mean I have no life nor does my forehead bears the initial L.

The hurt and embarrassment was too much.
But yeah,
Shit happens.
So tell me,
How do you initiate change,
when even baby steps get trampled on?

Saturday, October 2, 2010


Hope is the Thing with Feathers - Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me. 
For a split second, I dared to hope. 
A brief, happy summary of what could be
But in the end, reality prevails.
You will always be the one who got away.
As I will be too.