Beautiful Misunderstanding

Receive beautiful melodious music video
Remind the times with my son’s babyhood
Now is lesser time with him due to
Attempting to earn own income

Thinking of my business mentor
Who is full of suspicion towards her son
Wishing her and her son
Have good relationship
Sending it with a well intention wish
Intend to send to her mentee
Accidentally send to her
Due to same surname
Only to be misunderstood
I miss my mother

Her mentee understands my well intention
Giving a good feedback towards the
Music video dedicated to
Mothers

Inspiration On: Thursday, 10 December 2015

My mum sends music video dedicated to mothers. It sounds so beautiful and meaningful. Business mentor is the first person whom I send it to. Hoping she and her children can have a better relationship. But she misunderstands it that I miss my mum. The next person I send to is her mentee but I press My business mentor’s name accidentally. It is due to them having the same surname. This is so embarrassing.

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

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Beautiful Misunderstanding

Assuming my business mentor calls
Another friend in the same group
Thanking her

Only to know she hasn’t been in contact with that friend
My presumption gets the better of me
Thus beautiful misunderstanding


Inspiration On: Thursday, 29 October 2015 at 3pm

I thank my business mentor to call BL to encourage me, I found out she hasn’t called Betty ever since we meet. Ups. Then she replied, “You always assume…..!” Thereby I reply, “Aren’t you often assume too and jump to conclusions?”

“Sounds like a kid arguing. I can debate with you!”

“What case, lawyer?”

“Your accusation : Aren’t you often assume too and jump to conclusions? This is a clear example of your presumption. Out of context on the word : case.”

“What is the proper word then?”

“Case is a proper. Just that you only read it in a narrow context.”

“Oh I see. What do you mean by I “only reading in a narrow context”?”

“And if you need favour from people, ‘come on’ is not an appropriate word.”

“What is the appropriate word?”

“What do you mean by I “only readig in a narrow context”? No ending explaining…. even if I explain….? you may not understand.” Her two dots eyes emoticon with a circle mouth makes me laugh.

“Why? You make me laugh.”

“your ability to comprehend….. am tired”

So I begin a new conversation, “I find you strange to call yourself a black sheep. Why do you have to label yourself as ‘black sheep’?”

“I find you strange to call yourself a black sheep. Why do you have to label yourself as ‘black sheep’?”

“What?!!!! I never said that!!!! Are you alright?!!”

“Do I hear wrongly? I just don’t understand. It’s like . . .

Old memories are returning
Younger days
Childhood days
Playful days
Fun days
Hobby days
Laughter days
Am I returning to a child?
Why do everyone treats me like a child?”

During playing with my son and husband, my brain switches off to sleep mode. Thus I doze on the sofa until he and mum wakes me up repetitively to sleep on bed. Once I regain my awaken condition, I brush teeth, change into my pajamas and goes to bed. However, I can’t sleep so I write my diary.

I sense that I can’t handle all the workload for the startup and the ministry. How can I ever pay my business mentor’s salary for assisting me? Whenever I see her LinkedIn profile, her previous jobs mainly assist the presidents. I want to protect those whom I love. Only to be hurt. Inside of me is exploding out.

Suddenly, my business mentor asks, “When is your last day with my admin job?”

“Don’t know.”

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Piling Foam Stage

Piling foam numbering pads
He climbs onto it
Treating it as the stage
Melodious songs come out of his tongue
Changing the lyrics of the songs
Making fun of the songs
Bring laughter in everyone’s hearts
Followed by many clapping

Bowing of thankfulness
At the end of his
Singing performance
Standing on the
Piling foam numbering pads
Then step down


Inspiration On: Thursday, 3 October 2013 at 10:30pm

After my 39 months son brushed his teeth, he exploded to singing using the piling foam numbering pads as his stage. My parents and I enjoyed his good singing voice.

Colourful Markers

Colour his finger nail
Looks like coloured fingernail
Dashing around the house
Reporting to everyone
Showing to everyone
His beautiful artistic skill
To paint fingernail
With
Colourful markers

Pink markers on his
Pointing fingernail
Looks good
Looks beautiful
Shaming me
As a lady
Who
Doesn’t
Paint
My own
Fingernails.


Inspiration On: Saturday, 1 June 2013 at 9:45pm
Inspiration On: Sunday, 2 June 2013 at 12:31am

While I was accompanying my mum to watch television programme, I let my son to use colourful markers to draw on paper. Unexpectedly, he coloured his finger nail with the pink marker. Thank God, the marker was cleaned when he washed his hands.

Oh, Poetry Poetry

Oh, poetry poetry
How do you define yourself?

You are crafted beautifully
Crafted with
Words of vocabularies
Strong words
Enough to
Capture
The readers’ attention
Penetrate
The readers’ heart.

You are crafted beautifully
Crafted with
Lines of separation
In the midst of
White space of paper.
In the midst of
White space of word document.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 17 April 2013 from 3:45am to 5:26pm

The habit to enter bathroom before sleep suddenly, “Oh, poetry poetry How do you define yourself?” echo in my mind. Because I have been reading the bloggers’ poetry.

Beautiful Floor

Blinking floor
Glittering floor
Glistening floor
Shining floor
Floor of stars
The floor is filled with stars
The floor is filled with
Blinking stars
Glittering stars
Glistening stars
Shining stars.

Beautiful!


Inspiration On: Friday, 22 March 2013 at 9:05pm

My toddler mentioned that the floor in the bank was glistening because the floor was poured with glistening powder.