Thursday 26 February 2015

Date Me on My Birthday

Outside the gate
You shouted my name
I peeked through the pane
And saw you outside the gate
Shouting my name

You've got me, in April
The 15th night
To the seaside
You've got me, in silence
A big surprise

12 a.m.
Light was out
Pitch dark
You held my hand
Kissed my forehead
And you said, you said
Happy Birthday

Candles, blown
Memories, born

16th this year
Will you hold my hand
Kiss my forehead
And say, say
Happy Birthday

Candles, blown
Memories, born

-HyD TrC- (2015, Feb 26th)

Tuesday 17 February 2015

English - the lingua franca?

I had just finished my work and was having a great adrenaline boost to enjoy my one-week break and usher the Year of Goat.

Alas, I bumped into a "no-adjective-could-describe-this-terrible-yet-dramatic-feeling" situation.

I always thought English is the lingua franca, but it is terribly difficult to portray my thoughts/feelings in English to someone who fared poorly at English!

As the conversation went on, the problem arose then. I was like - ouch, I should have written a descriptive essay to tell that person what I actually felt in order to prevent any misinterpretation in our communication.

It was too late though. A stitch in time saves nine? Uh, well... I've had enough of his drama anyway. There were wayyyyyyyyy too many ripped parts to be stitched. I'm done. So ...

hello.. plss.. u said u were sorry because u couldnt make it to my house coz u needed to go back home earlier than planned. and i replied u it was good n have a safe journey home, which literally means it was alright, i didnt take it hard from you. From there, u said i didnt intend to welcome you to come over la.. this la that la... well, i didnt have that intention in the 1st place thus eventually i just acted according to your flow to satisfy your craving in order for u to feel much better for cancelling your earlier plan to drop by my place in a truthfully sarcastic manner; lest you keep on emo-ing over the trivial matter which i see no significance to brood about. alas, you dont seem to get it. that's why i typed this long essay with an intention that you would get what i was and i am trying to tell to prevent any further miscommunication. oh well, yeah.. till then...