To my sister

My sister is one of the best things that has happened to me! From 'teaching her to talk' to 'talking to her for hours'... Life's been amazing!!!

She's LOADS of fun... fantabulously witty.. totally cool... incredibly nutty... a neat-freak.. and simply the best company u can have around!! My biggest critic and my most loyal fan! I especially like how she laughs at all my jokes.. however pathetic!

Ku, you're abso-freakin'-lutely the bestest sis in the whole wide world.. Can't imagine how different (read: boring!) life would be without you... This is for you...

I looked high, I looked low,
Looked all around - but no show

I turned east and I turned west,
Had no clue - which was the best?

I searched within and without,
Had no idea of its whereabouts.

Something was missing - that's for sure;
But I knew not what and knew no cure.

The day you came in through the door
I knew I need search no more.

A little person, a face so sweet,
A smile you smiled with no teeth!

Everything just felt so right -
Life turned sunny and bright!

You became a part of me
And completed our family.

Whenever you're around
Happiness knows no bounds!

We laugh, we cry and we smile;
We yell and drive our parents wild;

We care, we share and we fight;
But, we are best friends for life!

From Hamlet...

From Hamlet by William Shakespeare...

His mother wed his dead murdered father's brother!"

Next... Jerry Springer!

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At the cross-roads

There were dreams we’d seen before
Ourselves or heard through lore
A life - with comfort galore
There were dreams to shoot for

Now when I open the door
And need to step to the fore
I see chore after chore
And hurdles I cannot ignore

There were dreams we’d seen before
Ourselves or heard through lore
Of finding someone to adore
Sharing a remarkable rapport

Now that I’m nested no more
And yet have ones to account for
Erring on occasion heretofore
I see that it’s no candy store

There were hopes we’d hoped afore
For a life that lies before
A life to brace oneself for
And many dreams to shoot for

Rain is a Pain

Rain rain go away
come again another day

It has been raining 4 days straight and I have come to believe that rain is a pain. The gloom is getting to me. All I see when I look out the window is grey! There's no blue sky and no sunshine!
I need sunshine to survive. Ok.. I'm no plant.. but I need sunshine. The heavy cloud cover stifles me. Problems and issues, both little and large, crop up all the time. With no sunlight, I find it very difficult to look on the bright side! (pun intended :) )

Socializing is at an all time low. Noone wants to step out into the downpour unless its worth the wetness. Thank goodness for some cyber conversations that save me from complete social isolation. Even indoors.. hate to work feeling all muggy. The humidity is getting to everything... appliances, the door knob, my hair (which is now frizz-fest '06)... and my will power!

For now, I just want to cuddle under a blanket, not think of work or my future, eat something crispy/spicy... and listen to the patter of the rain on my window.

Just Blame it on Another

Everyday toward school I turned;
But, I never worked and never learned;
My 'midnight oil' never burned;
When asked why by those concerned
I just blame it on my teacher.

Regularly I'd promised to write,
Whether the days were dull or bright;
I haven't - by a long sight;
But, as I don't wish to be contrite
I just blame it on the mailman.

We'd decided to meet at eight;
Overslept and I'm gonna be late,
Even if I assume the hastiest gait;
You must be enraged I made you wait
So, I blame the transportation.

There is nothing wrong with me,
I'm as good as anyone can be;
But, to avoid a chide long 'n' lengthy,
I might fib to a tolerable degree
and just blame it on another.

If this poem hasn't come out well;
If you think it hurts the brain cell;
Then, let me tell you 'bout where I dwell
Noise, pollution and a neighbour from hell
I blame it on 'em all!

Why I write....

I could paint.
I could steal the colors of the rainbow;
Red, yellow, green and indigo;
And onto the canvas, splash my soul.
But after seasons come and go,
My art would surely lose its show.

I could act.
I could display my thoughts on the stage;
Laughter, joy, sorrow or rage;
Sundry emotions to be envisaged;
But, it's only as long as I'm onstage,
That the audience will be engaged.

So, I chose to write - poetry or otherwise.
'Cuz every word that I pen;
About things within my ken;
Or for which I have a yen;
Appreciated, as and when,
Will live in hearts till the end.

disclaimer

The opinions on this blog belong to the author of the blog. These opinions have nothing to do with the opinions of her employer, her university, her significant other, her friends, her parents, her sibling or her sibling's pet fishes.

True to all womankind, her mind (and with it, her thoughts and opinions) is subject to change. It is after all the consequence of having an open mind and possessing the ability to analyze and comprehend.

At times, she does write from her heart. But, she doesn't hesitate when it comes to exaggerating for humor and summarizing for poetry. So, it would be unwise to assume that one has the author all figured out based on any information provided here. Even those who have met her in real life haven't been successful in doing so.

The author is sort of attached to her work. So, in case one helps oneself to something, it would be kind to let her know or accredit her. Otherwise, there is a possibility that she might not respond well. In spite of the fact that she claims to be a good sport.

Comments on the blog are graciously accepted and appreciated.