Grill

Grilled chicken in a stick
Is
Yakitori.

Grilled coin in a thin long straw
Is
Toddler’s fun play.


Inspiration On: Monday, 22 April 2013 at 9:45pm

With a mini hole in every colourful coins, my son enjoys inserting them into the thin long straw balloon. This struck my mind of yakitori.

Darkness Disciplinary Action

Darkness cover the
Kitchen
Living room
Climb down the chair
Crying
Begging
For mercy
Click!
Light returns to the kitchen
Willingly to correct his attitude.

Darkness cover the
Kitchen
Living room
Climb down the chair
Walk and open
The door of my room
Calling his dad.
Then he runs back to
The kitchen
Drag! Drag! Drag!
Drag his white chair
Climb up to his chair
Click!
Light returns to the kitchen
Then he swiftly drinks his milk.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 21 April 2013 at 11:14pm

Yesterday was the first time I implemented such discipline to my toddler when he misbehaved. Unexpectedly, the same disciplinary actions don’t work today and produces the actions stated in the second paragraph.

Shine Shine

Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.
Looking down
Looking curiously
Looking excitedly
At his new
Shining sandals
A pair of new shining sandals.

Thrilled by
Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.
Stomp! Stomp!
Stomping to
Let it shine.
Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.

On the way home
He reports and show to a neighbour grandpa.
Upon reaching home
He reports via phone to granny.
When the helper tends him
He reports and shows his new sandal.
So excited with
A pair of new shining sandals.
Shine Shine.
Shine Shine.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 14 April 2013 at 9:20pm

Since my son’s sandal is tight, his dad and I brought him out to buy a new sandal. Not much choice with the sandal size. Only a pair of red angry bird sandal is size 29 suitable for my 33 months toddler. Surprisingly, after we bought it, the sandal shined. My son was intrigued and always stomped his feet in order to see its little light effect.

Swollen Bite Culprit

Finally
Finally
Finally, the culprit is known
Swollen ants’ bites
Is caused
Is caused by
Him.
Too fast to stop!
Pluck out his milk bottle
A drop from the teat
He wipe it onto
His pillow.
No wonder
No wonder
Attract the ants.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 11 April 2013 at 10:45pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 12 April 2013 at 2:14pm

My son had seven bites on his legs. At first, his leg was itchy and he caught an ant on the floor. I thought the ant had bitten him from the floor. Shockingly, his doings was clear in front of me as described in the above poem.

Pulled by Dog & Toddler

Walk the dog with the dog lace
Enjoying the windy breeze on a park
Passing by a lane
A kitten appears
Appear to poke fun of the dog
Fuming with anger
The dog chases it
It runs and runs
The dog’s master is pulled
Pulled by the
The huge hairy police dog!

Running after
Chasing after
His dad
I’m pulled by him
Him who is
Running after
Chasing after
His dad!


Inspiration On: Thursday, 11 April 2013 from 9:43pm to 10:03pm

Eraser Finger

Draw. Draw.
Draw straight line
On the paper.
Draw. Draw.
Draw until
out of the paper.
Stop!
“Clean it.”
Pointing finger.
Instinctively,
Using his pointing finger
Use finger as an eraser
To
Rub, rub
Rubbing slowly
Rub, rub
Rubbing patiently
Erasing the straight mark
On the table.

It’s gone!
What?!
It’s gone!


Inspiration On: Monday, 8 April 2013 from 1:40pm to 9:04pm

In the afternoon, my son and I were colouring with crayon. Suddenly, the straight line he drew was out of paper and left mark on the table. I told him to clean it by asking a cloth to wipe it. The reason for me to do so is hoping to instill a sense of responsibility into him. Unexpectedly, he used his finger to rub upon it and the crayon mark slowly disappeared. My eyes popped out in disbelief how he knows such a way.

Fallen Crumbled Crackers

POW!
Messed crackers!
Drooling saliva
DASH
Hungrily
Like a dog
Swiftly, he
Grabs
Munches
The fallen
crumbled crackers
On the floor
Refusing to
Open his mouth.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 7 April 2013 at 8pm
Inspiration Ends On: Monday, 8 April 2013 at 3:17pm

Accidentally, the cracker jars fell onto the ground. The reason I want to keep it is to prevent my son from eating it behind my back. Unexpected outcome occurred due I didn’t close the jar cover tightly. So the above case happened.

Kick Empty Bucket

PAM!
Kicking the empty bucket
PAM!
BAM! BAM!
It falls over
As it
ROLL! ROLL!
And
ROLL! ROLL!

SCOLDING!
Afraid of grandma’s scolding
Grandma’s first scolding
WAIL!
Wail FeArFuLlY.

On his cot, he confesses
Confesses of his wrongdoings
Wrongdoings to me.
Slowly & gently, I explain
It is wrong
Wrong to kick the bucket
The empty bucket.
Don’t repeat it.
Nod, nod.
Nodding in agreement.
Learning his lesson.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 4 April 2013 at 11:45pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 6 April 2013 at 9:57pm

Upon rushing home from the lecture performance, my son played with the recycled bucket in his grandma’s room during my shower. His grandma never scolds him and tends to spoil him with lots of things. The recycled empty bucket is to contain the air-conditioner leakage. Of course, my son was testing his grandma’s patience. Scolding occurs then afraid. Next day onwards, he stops doing it.

Buried Longing

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing can replace her
Someone…
Someone
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
But never have the chance.

Papers of memory are
All I have.
Memories of her
Captured in photo.
She is my sister
My eldest sister
Whom I long to see
Whom I long to meet
Whom I long
Deep within my heart.

Living with such memory
Living with such longing
Hoping that the Lord
Will let me see her
One day.

People and relatives
Label me
Identify me
As the sister
Of the three years-old girl
Who died in a car accident.
But my sister is irreplaceable.
She is irreplaceable.
Irreplaceable
In my family’s hearts.


Inspiration On: Sunday, 24 February 2013 from 1:17pm to 11:20pm

The movie ‘The Lovely Bones’ triggered my buried longing and moved me to tears. Watching the movie made me think that though my dad didn’t show his grievances, he still thinks of my eldest sister. My dad’s employee bragged that he could drive. So he drove my dad’s car into the house backyard recklessly. My eldest sister was playing at the backyard with my mum. Tragedy occurred as the car crashed onto the cupboard then it pressed hard onto her. Everything happened very fast. My mother was grieved. During her mourning for months then she conceived me and comforted.

No wonder I can’t write eldest sister in my narration during my school days.

Road User

Cycling on the road
Accident may occurs anytime

Cycling on pedestrian footpath
Furious pedestrians reluctantly to give way

Why is the cyclist face with the dilemma to cycle on the road or on pedestrian foothpath?
Why is it unfair for the cyclists?
Cyclists are also taxpayers
Though not as prosperous as car drivers.

Why the government build road?
Why the government build pedestrian footpath?
Why the governments refuse to build more cyclist path?

In the past, the road was full of cyclists.
But now, the road belongs to the car and motorbike drivers.

Does the country want to have
Treasure of contentment?
Treasure of happiness?
Treasure of satisfaction?
Or
Treasure of dollars?
Treasure of world war three?
Treasure of stresses?
Treasure of depression?
Treasure of anger?
Treasure of suicides?
Treasure of reckless drivers?


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 22 February 2012 at 6:40pm
Revised On: Thursday, 23 February 2012 at 1:23am

As I was pondering about the current society and compare it with the agricultural era, a lot of things are replaced tremendously. People depends more on machines and put less emphasize on manual labour. Farmers and livestock rearing are considered living in a backward society. I don’t think so. Without them, how will we have food to eat? Why do we look down on them? They are living an honest living. Though physically they are healthier than us, they seem to care for one another. In an urban society, we use a lot of mental energy to design and develop machines to aid us and leave the work of developing the machines to the one who has more physical strength. In the end, we are lack of physical fitness. But another type of machines is developed to make us exercise. Isn’t it a funny situation? We start to cut down eating carbohydrates, oil, sugar, salt, and many other things. Some doesn’t dare to eat too much until some becomes anorexic. Don’t our bodies need exercise?