Sunday, March 26, 2017

Tears of a Flower

A poem written and translated by yours truly.

诗 :花泪
你是多么地美丽
我不曾见识
却早已听说
滴滴汗水
声声责备
每每疲累
次次心碎
为见你
我愿意
让我
瞻仰你的圣洁
刻画你的色彩
倾听你的歌吟
可别让我
听见你的哭泣
抚摸你的伤疤
看见你的坠落
你是多么地美丽
请你保持你的美丽
在我匆忙的生活里
在我偏执的记忆里

How beautiful you are!
Though I've not seen it
But I've heard of it

Every sweat that trickled
Every blame I endured
Every fatigue I suffered
Every heartbreak I received
I'll go through hell
Just to see you once

Please, allow me to
Praise your holiness
Paint your colors
Listen to your melody

But please, never let me
Hear your cries
Touch your scar
Witness your fall

How beautiful you are!
Please, stay beautiful
In my busy life
In my bigoted memories

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

White Rose


via GIPHY

She was the lady every man wanted to marry. There was Henry, the poet who strolls with her by the river every Saturday evening; Jonathan, the merchant who bought her silk and jewellery; Arthur, who took her to fancy balls - to name but just a few.

 *

She crept out of her bed, climbed through the wall, crossed the cemetery and finally entered Christopher's room through his unlocked window. She touched his hand gently, thereby waking him up.

 "Elizabeth? What are you doing here?" 

"I came for the kiss you promised me," she said sweetly. Before he could respond, she turned into a figure of nightmare. With a long, deadly kiss, she sucked his life out.

"Oh, and here's the love bite you're dying to receive," she said as she bit into his neck, causing his blood to splash all over her body, her gown and the white rose in her hand.

 She looked at the white rose in her hand. Ten more white roses to be tainted red.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Friendzoned Again (Naturally)

Written for The Writer's Tower, February 2016, theme : friendzone.

This is a parody of Gilbert O'Sullivan's Alone Again (Naturally).

*

I am feeling so dead now
Valentine's makes me feel so sour
On thirteenth I have thought to myself
This year I might get a flower
I wore a dazzling top
To show my curves off
In an effort to
Speak my love to whoever
I'm crushing on but he left me shattered

Feelings and emotions I've to purge
Him saying, commitment, gosh that's tough
Sadness rose up
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Friendzoned again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Thinking I've someone to say I do
It hurts so much to hear him say
Love takes time and drags one down
My smile became a frown
Our laughter, talks and flirty touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
True love, soul mate, my honey

Oh dear, does he really exist
Or is he just a myth
Leaving my heart to bleed
I truly am indeed
Friendzoned again, naturally

It seems to me that
There are more hearts broken in the world
That can't be mended
Left unattended
What should I do
What should I do
Friendzoned again, naturally

All the time he called me dear
His laughter that I love to hear
I remember never want to say goodbye
Never thought I'll shed a tear

And at twenty-eight years old
I am still a lonely soul
Couldn't understand why this handsome man
Does not want his heart to be taken
Not needing carat
Just asking for a companion
Can't he see, I'm not hard to please

No words were ever
And when he walked away
I cried and cried all day
Friendzoned again, naturally
Friendzoned again, naturally

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Sand

Written for The Writer's Tower, January 2016.

Theme : Awakening
Medal Words : Lollygag, Scavenger

*

Like every other haunted mansion in every other story, this one was dark with cobweb everywhere. The wind was blowing as gently as how a mother would blow the sand out of her daughter's eye, causing the sand and dead leaves to rise a little from the ground before falling back down almost immediately.

Moonlight is an indispensable element in every fantastical tale and this one is no exception. Yes, a full moon rose on the night this story happened. As the moonlight shone in through the window, a stronger gust of wind caused the sand to spiral up into a little tornado. When it died down, a naked girl was seen standing on the previously empty ground, trying to cover her body with her hands, looking around nervously.

Her skin was as pale as the moonlight and her long, uncombed hair as dark as the night. She couldn't have been older than twenty three, yet she emitted an aura so ancient that she seemed as old as the mansion. But she didn't seem to remember this mansion at all. In fact, she didn't even seem to remember who she was, or what was she doing here. The only thing she knew was that she was feeling really cold and she wished to be clothed.

As if answering her wish, another gust of wind caused the dead leaves to rise and engulf her, turning into a long white kebaya around her. The kebaya's condition was far from satisfactory - there were holes here and there and it was soiled, making her look like a scavenger - but sand girl was happy and satisfied - maybe because she really liked the leaf motif on the dress, or maybe because she was no longer shivering, or maybe because she was just completely thrilled to have a human body, or all of the above.

She lifted the flowy sleeves to moonlight for a closer examination and twirled around slowly, thinking to herself: so this was what it felt like to be a human, a human girl, a human girl in a dress, a human girl dancing in a dress. What a wonderful feeling. If this is a dream don't wake m-

The door opened. Sand girl instinctively hid herself behind the bookshelf that was nearest to her. A man and woman walked in hand in hand, laughing.

Sand girl might not be able to see it, but apart from the fact that the woman was wearing a bright red long ceongsam with a split that reached high up to her left thigh, both ladies were strikingly similar in terms of physical appearance. They were both very thin and fair, with eyes so adorable that they could attract any soul that looked into them for more than a second, tall and dignified nose and contrasting weak lips in need of a reassuring kiss.

The man had a face that spelled heartbreak - to sand girl, at least. She didn't know why but the sight of him made her sink to the ground. The way he conducted himself gentlemanly around the ceongsam lady made sand girl's heart ache. She clenched her fists as they danced away. This rushing pulse, this reeling head, this flushing face that was fervid as a flame - what was this feeling?

Loathing. Unadulterated loathing. Sand girl hated his disgusting sweet voice that sounded like nails on blackboard to her and the way his repulsive long fingers placed themselves on ceongsam lady's waist, but most of all, as tears began to roll down uncontrollably from her cheeks, she suddenly realized that what she truly hated was how his affection was not directed to her.

With each tear that she shed, a memory was found : she remembered talking to the man, laughing with the man, being hugged from behind by the man, and dancing with the man in exactly the same way he was dancing with ceongsam lady.

But what happened next? How did the ceongsam lady come into the picture? She wanted more memories, she needed more memories, and as she focused on bringing back memories she lost the strength to hold herself together. The next thing she knew, she was flying in the air as sand and leaves, circling the loving couple who were intertwined in an embrace so tight that she could not interfere with, falling onto the ground beneath them and trampled as they moved around, cushioning them as they fell.

What happened between us, love? She whispered as she shifted her sand particles closer to him. The sleeping man made no response.

I couldn't be here just to lollygag. Did you bring me back to life? She rolled quietly, forming a sand blanket on top of him.

Why am I here? Why am I even here? She resisted as the man pulled the sand blanket to cover the woman and brought himself closer to her.

You belonged to me. Don't you remember me? The sand blanket fell from their bodies and turned into a humanoid form again. Kneeling next to the sleeping couple, she reached out her trembling hand to touch the man's face. With his left hand still holding the ceongsam lady's hands, the man brushed sand girl's hand away like how he would have brushed off a mosquito, causing sand girl's hand to turn into sand and flew out of the window. In her attempt of retrieval, sand girl was turned into sand in entirety and was blown out of the mansion.

The story ended here. Nobody knew what happened to sand girl. But we knew what happened to the couple. They left the mansion the next day and went to the beach. They had a fun time there, playing kites, collecting sea shells, building sand castle. Before they left the beach they both gathered some sand into an empty hour glass. The man presented it as gift to the ceongsam lady and all subtle movement in the hour glass stopped when they kissed.



Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Found

Who is this woman? Why is she taking me home? I need to leave. Got to get to Hollywood, heard they are making Jurassic Park 3 : The Attack Of Meme Dinosaur. My one and only chance to be a superstar!

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Wish

She loved the way he looked at her. It started from her smooth face, moving down to her exposed neck, her chest, her waist, all the way to the details on her shoes and back to her perfectly combed and styled hair. The longing and admiration in his eyes left nothing out.

She wanted to chase after him when he left. Maybe just to say thanks. And tell him that he is good looking. And admit that she had been looking at him too.

But it was nothing but whims and fancies of a melting wax figure.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Engagement Gift

Something I found in my laptop.

For heaven's, Shin, you write the most nonsensical nonsense.

*

“Jovanth –“ I scream, but it sounds like I am whispering. “Jovanth-“

I fall onto a pile of – I am not sure what is it called – I think they are called dried leaves? They are brown, in pieces and they look crumpled. I can’t walk anymore. I am just too tired, and I am hungry.

I am out of concentrated food pills and River-in-a-Flask. I don’t know what is edible and what is not. I remember reading in a book that these mini umbrellas – I think they are called vastshrooms – are edible, but I also remember reading somewhere that some of them are poisonous, so I dare not eat them.

I only eat bananas because I know be it yellow or green, they are all edible – just that the green ones taste somewhat funny. And I had eaten bananas in my life before. They were really expensive – two hundred and fifty eight Mercury dollars and seventy nine cents for a quarter of a banana - due to the fact that they were extremely rare. My family could only afford to eat it once in a month – one quarter of a banana to be shared among three of us.

It is quite a pleasant surprise that I actually get to eat more than a quarter of banana here. In fact, I am actually eating banana by bunch. I actually lost count of how many banana I wolf down. I eat until it starts giving me discomfort – I don’t know why, after having the seventh banana I feel there is plenty of air in my stomach and I know I have to stop. I suppose too much of a good thing is equivalent to disaster.

I also come across a red hairy fruit and I remember they are edible too. I think they are called ramaltans. The only difficulty I have in getting ramaltans is the fact that I don’t know how to climb trees, so I have to hit the tree with a stick repeatedly until the ramaltans fall down. You can’t blame me for not knowing how to climb trees because I have never seen one in my life. I am good at climbing skyscrapers, but they are smooth, they don’t have little six-legged red creatures (I think they are called hents) crawling on them and I climb them with skyscraper-sucker gloves and boots, which do not work on trees.

Trees are so mysterious that not even my grandmother had seen one in her entire life, and my grandmother is so old that I thought she should be placed in museum.

I only get to see real trees because of Jovanth, my crazy, adventurous, daring boyfriend.

“So - When are you going to get me an engagement ring?” I asked Jovanth when we were having fun air-skating at the newly launched theme park on Venus.

“Honestly, Schiya – what makes you think I will get you an engagement ring?” he asked in a way which I deemed lackadaisical.

I kicked him hard so he fell to the ground. It only took him seven seconds to bounce back – why did I have to get him such a good anti-gravity belt for Christmas? Should have gotten him ZP210, that model takes 3 minutes to bounce back once you fall, and it’s so much cheaper.

“I can explain –“ He rubbed his ribs but I kicked him again. At the same spot. I was a sadistic girlfriend.

“No Schiya – “

I kicked him to the ground again. Bullying him was one of my favorite past time.

“Listen, Schiya –“

I kicked him for the last time and flew away. An angry woman is a deaf woman.

He cuddled up to me as I ate ice cream alone at the café. I struggled but when he kissed my cheek, I softened and stopped fighting. His kisses never failed to calm me down.

“You know me,” He kissed my cheek again, and even though he did this countless times before I still found myself blushing. “Would I give you something as ordinary as an engagement ring?”

My eyes widened. So, he had something better planned! Oh Jovanth, I love you, I love you so much!

“Look at this, babe,” He pulled out a piece of folded paper from his pocket. Once it was unfolded I saw a picture of a round, green object with many thorns on it. “This is called a durian, king of fruits. It is legendary, no one has seen it in our times, but in the past it was extremely popular, and it holds magical power - whoever who eats it will gain courage, whereas the cowards flee upon hearing its name. Don’t you think this is way better than an engagement ring? Imagine – just you and I – embarking on a journey to find durian. The day we find one is the day we get engaged. Isn’t that romantic?”

Of all the men in the universe I had to fall in love with this idiot. My heart sank from the nine thousand and eighty seventh floor to basement.

“Jovanth,” I took a deep breath, trying to make myself sound calm when I was not. “An adventure to the middle of nowhere is not romantic.”

“But Schiya, you and I are adventurous. Adventure is our romance,” He insisted.

“For heaven’s sake Jo-“ He shut me up by kissing my lips, and I surrendered.

I must be the biggest idiot in the universe to fall in love with Jovanth.

*

So we packed (we couldn’t really figure out what would be needed, so it was basically just a couple of concentrated food pills, few bottles of River-in-a-Flask, laser-knife ring, Waze-scroll and flashlight-contact lenses) and started our journey to look for durian. According to Jovanth’s research, the best place to get durian is a little town called Bentong (located at Pahang, Malaysia) on Earth. We stole Jovanth’s family spaceship (I felt really guilty because I previously dented their spaceship) and travelled all the way from Mercury to Earth.

I had never been to Earth before. Maybe once when I was really young, but I could not remember anything. This place looked so different from the place I lived in.

No skyscrapers, for instance. The tallest building probably had only two hundred floors. There was no use for anti-gravity belt, or skyscraper-sucker gloves and boots.

Creepy, very creepy. I felt shiver down my spine.

“According to Waze-scroll, we are only 10 minutes away from durian estate,” Jovanth said. Sensing my fear, he squeezed me gently.

I love adventures, honestly I do. Which explained why I love Jovanth. But this was just too scary. I guess I am only adventurous within what I know.

It only took us minutes to reach the durian estate, and the first thing that came to my mind was “no, I will not go in.” I tugged Jovanth’s shirt and shook my head. He hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.

“It’ll be fine,” He whispered into my ear.

“I hope you are right,” I sounded as if I was about to cry. I got a bad feeling that this would be the place that separated us.

Good prophecies never come true but the bad ones always do. Darkness loomed, we slept against a tree but somehow when the blinding light woke me up Jovanth was not by my side anymore. I panicked and I ran around like a mad woman and stopped doing so after some time because I realized that was not a good strategy as my energy drained out very soon. I tried to remain calm but whenever I saw creatures which I had never seen (I knew they were not dogs nor cats, these creatures had bushier tails) immediately I got covered in cold sweat, not knowing whether what was approaching me was a friend or a foe.

I walked and walked and walked. I had no idea how long I had walked. I kept calling out for Jovanth, but all I could hear was my own voice amplified and repeated numerous times.

“Jovanth-“

*

“Schiya? Schiya!” I feel something patting my face. Open my eyes slowly and in front of me – the idiot I missed – looking worried and clumsily feeding water into my mouth.

Once I regain my energy, I slap him.

“Ouch! What on earth was that for?” He yells.

“For disappearing. Where – did – you – go – do – you – know – how – worried – I – am – you – know – how – scared – I – felt – don’t – you – how – dare – you – leave – me – alone?” With every word I fire a punch at his chest, which he does not defend himself against.

Once I stop punching, he pulls me towards him and hugs me.

“I’m sorry, Schiya. I’m really sorry,” He squeezes me tighter and I almost can’t breathe. “But I know you are a strong girl, you are intelligent, you are brave, you can take care of yourself. That’s why I love you in the first place,” He looks into my eyes and I can see from the corner of his eyes he is smiling, which further annoys me. He pokes at my puffed up cheeks. He loves doing it when I get angry. As if he is eager to make me angrier.

“I saw durian leaves and I had to follow it’s trail,” He places a long, thin, green leaf on my hand.
“And I found durian. Follow me!”

When Jovanth gets excited he forgets everything, including me. He runs as if he is a fully fuelled NZ320 spaceship, totally forgetting that I am panting, lagging behind, trying hard to follow him.

“Ta-dah!” He stops abruptly and I almost run into him. “Isn’t this beautiful?”

In front of me I see many trees with durian hanging on them. Soft beam of yellow light shines through the leaves making the durians looking like emeralds. It is an incredible sight, something I had never seen in my life.

Too beautiful to be true. All the fear, the panic, this whole journey… It’s worth it.

I kiss Jovanth, which he reciprocates passionately.

“Thank you. Best engagement gift ever. I love you.”

“No, honey, that’s not the best. We haven’t taste it. “

Jovanth climbs up one of the trees clumsily and tries very hard to pluck a durian. Every inch of the fruit is covered with thorns hence making it difficult to be plucked.

That’s when I spot a durian under the tree.

“Come down!” I shout.

“Ahh, that’s perfect.”

Jovanth points his laser-knife ring at the durian to cut it open. We see something yellowish, and the next thing we know –

Stench.

I want to vomit.

“I’m not eating this,” I cover my nose. “No way.”

“But we came so far. And we want the courage gained by eating this, no?” His voice sounds funny with his nose covered.

“Come on Schiya. Just a bite,” he nudges.

I hesitate.

Why must our engagement gift be something so awful? I hate myself for loving this guy.
Jovanth places some of the yellow flesh in his mouth and his face brightens up.

“This taste much better than it smells, Schiya.”

I’m not sure whether if I should believe him. After all, he was the prankster who pretended that wasabi was the best thing on earth just to get me to taste it, and he laughed so hard when my tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably, begging for water.

Reading my mind, he laughs. “I’m serious, honey. Have some.”

He forces the yellow flesh into my tightly closed mouth. I back off but his other hand has my head wrapped tightly so I cannot escape. Like parents forcing their children to take medicine, he pinches my nose and once I open my mouth in reflex action to breathe, he shoves the yellow flesh into my mouth and covers my mouth with his hands.

Many vulgar words find their way to my mind and I swear I am going to use them all on him but once my taste bud reacts to the taste I change my mind.

Hakuna matata, what a wonderful taste.

“Would you marry me?” for the first time in my life, I sense that Jovanth actually sounds nervous.

I kiss him, again and again. There is no need for words.

*

We end up residing in Bentong after marriage. Durian made us fall in love with Earth. It is a quiet peaceful little planet and we actually work hard for living.

No robots to serve us. We learn to wash clothes, wash dishes, cook and a number of other chores (and yes, we can now climb trees skillfully). Tough initially, but Youtube, Google and Pininterest had provided us with useful tips and we slowly learn to adapt.

It’s a shame that us homo sapiens had abandoned our planet after destroying it to satisfy their whims and fancies. It’s a shame that us homo sapiens never bother to return to their home. It’s a shame that us homo sapiens forgot how beautiful their home is.

Jovanth and I, we really enjoy watching stars at night and waking up early to watch the sun rise and to listen to the birds chirping. We take long strolls along the beach and we run barefoot on grass. We bath in the sea and we sing our songs as we pluck mushrooms in the jungle (oh yes, now I can differentiate the edible ones from the poisonous).

“Baby,” I said with my nose on his and my arms around his neck, “This is so romantic. I wish others are here too.”

“I know,” He plants a kiss on my lips. “I have the same wish.”

“Remember how durian made us fall crazily in love?”

“You mean…” He raises one of his eyebrows.

“You know me. I was a marketing student.”

“Got it,” He laughs. “Let’s start working!”

*

Jovanth and I, I have to say, we are perfect match. We come up with engagement tour package and we travel back to Mercury to advertise it.

As we are very familiar with Earth now (Bentong especially), we can guide people around to ensure our tour package is safe. The success rate for proposals are high (as expected) which attracts more couples to join our tour.

People come, they fall in love with durian, and more importantly, they fall in love with Earth.

We see people shifting to Earth, including our parents.

“You know something, Jo?” I ask, as I watch people having fun swimming in the sea and strolling on the beach.

“Hmm?”
“That durian idea of yours? Best engagement gift.”