Showing posts with label Scribbling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scribbling. Show all posts

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Opposite Eyes



Sitting next to you
Inside your pupil I see myself
I am munching something spicy
Sipping at my lemon tea, feeling icy
Sitting next to me
Inside my pupil you see yourself
You are munching something cheesy
Sipping at your refreshing Pepsi

Your sleepy eyes make me feel dreamy
Bits of food fly out from my mouth
They get entangled in your hair
My dreamy eyes make you feel sleepy
Cubes of ice fly out from your cup
They fall and land on the floor
We are talking about the past
I am thinking of the future too

I may look like a strong guy
But inside I am always timid and careful
Telling true stories and never boastful
You may look like a gentle girl
But inside you are always independent and strong
Knowing how to choose between right and wrong
Both of us are still healthy and young
We are just part of the Yin and Yang.






Thursday, October 6, 2011

Trust


Sharing some secrets to people I trust
But the locks in their mouths had rust
Spilling secrets like wind blows in gust
Lots of daggers in my heart, they thrust
I know why they make me feel disgust
Falling in love not because I am in lust
Love is not like eating pizza with crust
Cause our life is always fair and just
Choosing a girl not based on her look and bust
Getting attracted with girl who thinks real fast
Falling for a girl which I have faith in, I trust
Praying that my dream won't shatter into dust...




Sunday, October 2, 2011

Never Too Late


Love is a word, hard to dictate
Inside my heart, blood facilitate
Love is not easy to estimate
Are you really my soul mate?
Love is like a flower, so delicate
It is important to communicate
All the rumours keep speculate
Love is quite difficult to calculate
Breaking up, it means terminate
Love is so pure, never germinate.


Friday, August 12, 2011

Cold As Steel


Plunge into the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocent is burnt in flames
A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, trembling.

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, weapons in my hand
I'm ready for the fight, and fame.

The sound of iron shots stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
The rising of the hoards, ahead.

From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to really run, away
I am feeling the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again.

The steady pile of snow is burning my hands
I'm frozen to the bones, quivering
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I can't remind your eyes or your face...

Friday, July 8, 2011

Where You Go?


Where you go?
I miss you so
And I find myself trying to stay by the phone
Cause you always help me to not feel so alone
You do not reply my messages
Yea, I'm waiting them for ages
The silent respond of you worries me
I'm thinking of this when eating mee (noodle)
You maybe have to do some chores, busy
Maybe you hang out with friends, happy
I know sometimes I am such a big bully
Maybe my last message makes you angry
I am always waiting for you on the MSN
Yet I didn't even see the shadow of an ant
Hoping for your status to turn green
I am wondering where have you been
On Facebook, I want to give you a poke
You can try listen to my lame, silly joke
The weather is now windy and cloudy
I don't know whether you are moody
But, you can always find me for a great chat
Late until midnight, like a rat-hunting cat

Thursday, July 7, 2011

雨中 . 等待


与她约好在傍晚见面
我站在石拱桥上等待
刚好正下着牛毛细雨
我乘着一把紫色的伞

寒风轻抚着我的脸颊
小雨点弹到我的裤脚
我直望着手腕上的表
耐心地等待她的到来

远处一个驼背的身影
我肯定那绝对不是她
我的心跳如脱缰野马
想着要说的第一句话

再次望着秒针与分针
已超出相约的十分钟
我的心焦如热锅蚂蚁
她应该不会忘了我吧?

满怀的期待是否落空
我在心中默默祈祷着
希望能见到她的花容
还有她那扎起的雀尾

聆听着细雨的答答声
小雨点似乎在嘲笑我
不,他们是在鼓励我
信心满怀地等待着她

远处走来熟悉的身影
手中握着破洞的雨伞
原来伞是被残风损坏
她因而穿着湿透衣裳

欣喜的是她终于来了
她穿风越雨与我相见
辛酸的是她被雨欺凌
娇小的身子在颤抖着

她嘴角上坚强的笑容
让我闪电般地奔向她
把外套脱下搁在她肩
乘着伞牵手雨中漫步

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Yay, Busy Day!


It already started, the busy day
Homework are like dragons to slay
All my books, on the bed lazily lay
I'm sipping coffee from the tray
Maybe my hair won't turn gray
But there's always a price to pay
My health and my sanity, I pray
Yes, they are not as fragile as clay
Not like the one I used to play
I don't know why my heart will sway
Seeing her smile shines like sun ray
Inside me, courage continues to stay
Just like how the water fountain spray

Saturday, July 2, 2011

The Promise


I am visiting the grave
Trying hard to be brave
I walk through the grass
Holding the hand of a lass

The crow stands at the tombstone
I wonder did I have sins to atone?
No, I just come to seal a deal
Oh, it turns out to be an appeal

Old man, how are you doing?
I know I am quite annoying
But please spare me some time
I am not a clown paid to mime

As a sign of respect to you
So, I came here to tell you
Well, my heart is going to swirl
See, I fall in love with your girl

I know you can't hear me
You can't even reply to me
Stay up there, you are looking down
Looking at her in the wedding gown

I vow to love and protect her forever
Like how I love my kidney and liver
Standing in front of your premise
I am honestly making a promise

Sunday, June 26, 2011

It's You after A and B


I don't know how you feel
Is it bitter like orange peel?
My heart is not worth a kill
But I can help to pay your bill

I am sitting far, far away
Looking at how your hair sway
Your hair is as hot as ginger
My heart was in total danger

In shopping mall I chew M&M
Me enjoy listening to Eminem
You enjoy listening to Song Hye-kyo
Playing with the thin string of yoyo

Tell me you like rose or tulip
So that my mind won't slip
Oh, I don't know how to dance
God, my mind is in a trance

I've started to fall for you
Just like I love cordon bleu
I think it's you after A and B
Are you my girlfriend-to-be?



Thursday, June 23, 2011

Si Botak 洗波大


原来
发型对一个人的形象那么重要
一旦剪了botak (波大)
拍照时
面部表情僵硬
皮笑肉不笑
露出诡异的笑容
女生们都会异口同声地
叫你变态佬
哈哈哈(我真的那么变态吗?)


何谓变态呢?
日语就是hentai
但变态这词
基本上
用不到在我身上
虽然有时候我说话
带有戏弄、嘲笑的语气
但我唯一能自豪的
就是我尊重女生


我不曾调戏女生
不曾言语或肢体上
骚扰过任何人
哇哈哈
所以我是清白的
这一次3号头只是
一个形象的改变
也是愿望实现后
对神明的一个承诺


想着
这决定是不后悔的
因为我遵守诺言
虽不是一个完全信神者
但我接受他的庇佑
对了
就像钱一样
花了要努力奋斗地去赚回
头发失去了却能自然长回




Wednesday, June 22, 2011

不说话


不说话
不代表
我哑巴


不说话
不代表
我无情


不说话
不代表
我失意


不说话
不代表
我肤浅


不说话
不代表
我厌倦


不说话
不代表
我悲伤


不说话
不代表
我愤怒


不说话
不代表
我害羞


不说话
不代表
没话题


不说话
是因为
我深思


不说话
是因为
我疲倦


不说话
是因为
我生病


不说话
是因为
我了解


不说话
是因为
我观察


不说话
是因为
我聆听


不说话
是因为
我微笑


不说话
是因为
我忍耐


不说话
是因为
不相识

Sunday, June 19, 2011

第一天开学


Pem (BC) 17 女1男(2009年)


果然在我预料之中
有些人换了新发型
有些人穿了新衣服
但每个人脸上挂着
都是很灿烂的笑容
我则耍酷在旁观察

虽然未知考试成绩
只知道华语过关了
多谢小周报的喜讯
但未知自己是黑羊
也许老杨还未公布
只愿他“口”下留情

小周依然口齿伶俐
抛问题犹如抛飞镖
找不到杰费理医生
原来他娘亲过世了
手语专家阿美先生
逗趣搞笑还扮鹦鹉

第一天新学期开始
以茫茫的心期待着
但我脚步轻快得很
内心的修罗沸腾着
准备迎接它的到来
重燃内心里的决心






Saturday, June 18, 2011

明天开学了


回忆-2年前


光阴似箭
明天师范学院又开学了
突然感觉有点不习惯
在家三个星期了
星期日是周末
而吉打州、吉兰丹州和丁加奴州
则似乎与众不同
一大清早就要起床了
准备上课去
话说一个马来西亚
但就连每一州的周末都不能统一
也许是一个马来“狭”吧


明天一早
肯定又和班上那17朵花见面
在想着每个都还是那么苗条
还是Kungfu Panda般可爱了?
3个星期在家里闲着
好吃、好住、好睡
同学们遇到了
肯定有聊不完的话题
肯定有人换了新发型
肯定有人换了新衣裳
有人在微笑、傻笑、冷笑
有人在发呆、发梦、发福
有人在自闭、自恋、自慰


看见老杨
我的心里战战兢兢
希望我这一次
不再被宣布是班上的黑羊
从小学到师范
考试与我们形影不离
在考场上每个人都是黑马
但混在黑马当中
必定有一只黑羊
现在我只能默默祈祷
只求考试过关
讽刺的是
考试就能决定
一个未来教师的优秀吗?


想着想着
疑神疑鬼、杞人忧天
2012世界末日吗?
放马过来吧
反正一生只能死一次
有人会大难不死
避过死神和灾难
预言和预感存在了
明天还是一样过
与其在这胡言乱语
倒不如熨衣去
毕竟明天开学了


人的一生有成有败
教师和企业家
毫无分别,谁都一样
在那意气风发、风采迷人的一刻
也曾经拥有堕落、颓废的一刹那
只要越战越勇
过着快乐而中庸的师范生活
何乐而不为呢?

Thursday, June 9, 2011

What Should I Do?


Please tell me what should I do?
If I see her frowning like a Dodo.
She's not a girl from the era of Edo.
Neither living in a luxurious condo.

I like her, real and simple.
She's gorgeous in purple.
Stepping out from the temple.
I suddenly have goose pimple.

She makes me tell her a joke.
But she suddenly gets a choke.
Luckily, I was not broke.
So, I plan to buy her a Coke.

I always want to see her smiles.
Away she lives thousand miles.
Saw her teeth arranged like tiles.
My heart beats as fast as missiles.

Wow, her hair shapes like blobs.
I am not munching corncobs.
Not wearing any Marc Jacobs.
But I had worked a few jobs.

I just don't want to see her cry.
A tissue to wipe her tears dry.
Look, I always give my best try.
Coz I'm not a small, timid fry.

The ballad of pair of doves.
Ends with peace and love.
Her hand in satin gloves.
Pure white as garlic clove.