Voices in My Head

Surely I am sane,
Heck...I am not insane!
It's just these voices in my head,
screaming and yelling to freed;
begging and pleading for release,
trying to bail out from my brain cell
cracking and breaking in my neurotic shell.
Sometimes I don't even understand
how I formed those ferocious words?
I asked myself, "What's the purpose"?
Those words were stuck but
when it flows- really craps!
Sometimes, it's encouraging-
oftentimes, it's boring;
hundred times, it's sucks!
Like I couldn't retract,
inhale and exhale truly helps,
closing my eyes not to creep;
but these words are like a mower
ready to mow the owner--!
These voices in my head,
it bled and pleads-
probing and mocking
piercing inside my head.
it's some kinda of it lurks in me
deep in the nether regions of my soul,
down to mid-central of my core
i tried to to stop it, i ended up stupid;
I wriggled to make a trap,
Even battled to lock it up-!
But, my passions for writing
is never ending-
It's like a river of dreams, meet the streams
overflows freely towards the ocean
and finding the indescribable feeling of Neverland.


My Dancing Boots

My friend and I went to a Disco
Saturday night, we danced till two;
She, on her dancing shoes
and I; on my favourite boots.

We danced like nobody till our body sweats,
We didn't mind other people as we enjoyed the heat;
Even though that the music seemed off the beat
still following the rhythm as my boots heard it tick.

The music played were not totally rocking
Every mouth speaks as I heard them complaining;
But my dancing boots didn't complain the song
rockin' and rockin' till ol' night long.

Rihanna's 'Please Don't Stop The Music, only played once
We went again and again to request on the DJ stand
But, that DJ- was really, totally, technically uncool-
He did put on "Macarena" like we swayed like a fool!

Anyway..anyway...'nough for that....!!!
Whenever I went to a disco, I wore my dancing boots
it made me dance like crazy and completely off the hook;
My brother-in-law used to call it, 'Hooker boots' (eeek..!)
Just laughed at the ‘sort of name’ for my dancing boots.

I enjoyed wearing it coz it makes me cool
It gives me confidence to stand, really tall (lolzzz--)
For the upcoming days, I know it will wear out;
For now, I relish the moments when the disco shouts!


Call of the Wild

Pretty sure, you've seen them (You may noticed I used "her/him"pronoun-instead of "it". I would like to think that they are part of this universe too, alive and kicking (not just another kinda of thing) . When I took a visit at the Toronto Zoo, they seemed so excited to see me. I couldn't stop clicking my camera, they were so lovable. If I could come inside and hug them (Yeah--,and they're going to eat me- lol!)
The Camel (With a Vow)

Matchie's Tree Kangaroo ( he ate something when i took this)

he was sleeping but i sneaked in....

Santa's Reindeer (on the loose from Santa's grip)

Przewalski's Horse (The Mongolian wild horse),
is the only wild horse in existence today.
Until recently,this species roamed the mountains
and deserts of Central Asia- but has not been seen in
the wild since 1968.

Just give him Banana, he seems fine with that! 
The Zebra (At last...)

when i took a picture of this monkey, he was showing off his acrobatic
move. He was doing it to impress (I guessed..)

Friendly Girraffe.... (Loved this one with a white dove)

He pee like a waterfalls (as in..really!)goshh..
'i still have lot of pictures: Jaguar, Cheetah, Tiger, Boar,
Lion, Snakes, and a lot more...but, i don't have time
for now...!!! Hope u enjoyed them!!...
Take care!


The Rights of Women

...in simple terms, let's analyze and scrutinize all of these rights one by one..., you may be against or may agree with me, but well?

i was reading this book, (very very very old book, 1976- yah! too old), 'how to be an assertive, not aggressive woman'.

1. the right to have rights and stand up for them (oh yes, women need this!)

2. the right to dignity and self-respect (every woman do)

3. the right to consider your own needs (yes, in proper perspectives)

4. the right to self-fulfillment (too brainy is not that bad, ehh?)

5. the right to accept challenges (so, i have a right to take risk, make mistakes, and learn from every life's challenges) Sounds cool!

6. the right to determine your own life-style (so, i don't have to apologize or to explain why I'm still single?) Hmnn--

7. the right to change yourself, your behaviour, values, life situations ( well...? i don't have to feel guilty if i'm unpredictable or erratic?- okay, scapegoat- (hehe)

7.1: the right to reply to rudeness (yah, hold your tongue fellas-! women may bite back and yah by words)

7.2: the right to spend money you didn't earn (ahh, i like this but will anyone give me money to spend?)

7.3: the right to be successful (oh yeah, climb the ladder, reach the top and be ambitious)

7.4: the right to select and reject dates (oouch... ) Well? lol--:) , it sounds mean, ehh?

7.5: the right to split the household chores (hmn, does not apply to me!)

7.6: the right to be left alone ( yah, leave me alone--will yah?)

7.7: the right to ask information (yah, in case were lost, information shouldn't be barred)

7.8: the right to reject impossible situations (hmn, so we can escape from complicated situations)

7.9: the right to date a younger man (lol:_) , ekk- now, i love the author)

8. the right to keep your sexual actions to yourself (hmnn--tempting!, lol)

9. the right to say yes or no ( for what? , read the book)

10. the right to stand up for yourself! (to sit-down too?)

These are just simple, inalienable rights that every woman should know. There are countless of rights or women's rights which are applicable for all women around the world. Yet, sad to say that most women are afraid to speak for their rights.


and..., in addition to---a man should listen to a woman: why?

A woman is driving at night on a narrow road .. At the same time, a man is driving in the opposite direction on that same road.

When they narrowly pass each other, the woman rolls down her window and loudly yells, "HORSE!" Immediately, the man shouts back, "Witch!"The man laughs. He is proud to have reacted so quickly to the shouting woman and takes the next turn in the road, maintaining his speed.

Moral of the story:
Men never listen, and when they do, they don't understand one word a woman says.


Goodbye, For The Last Time

Parting words are never been so easy
But then again you made me say;
I wish I didn’t say I can’t move on,
I will not say again I keep hanging on;
I am tired of saying the same old reason,
Then I‘m back again, still holding on,
The same memories, the same heartaches;
On the same love with the trace of your face.
Engulfed with sadness and painful memories
Flooded by hurt and a cavity of bitterness.
The pain of saying goodbye,
Is the painful feeling I can’t deny;
Just when I say my last goodbye
My heart aches betoken to cry:
Just when my eyes no longer know the tears,
One teardrop’s falling, then again it sheds.
But my mind is stronger than any of this madness,
I will say it again, for one last time;
I will say it now, my heart’s goodbye!
Once again, for the last heck of time
I will say this word, for one last sigh,
Goodbye to you and this is the last;
Goodbye my lover, it’s time to mend.
It’s the saddest word my heart can hear,
But it’s the healthy word my mind can bear;
I no longer dream of the promises that failed,
I mustn’t regret of the last word said.
Through all this year that I’ve been through?
My mind was wandering out of the blue,
Stick and stones may break bones but
lies will break a heart with such pretensions.
In all the twist of agonizing sensation,
I have to stop it now for all damn reason.
It’s better to say and wave goodbye
Than to hear my heart twinge and cry.
You will be soon fade away,
Like the sand where the seas brush it away,
The marks of your footsteps no longer exist,
The scars you created will soon vanish.
As the birds in the sky spread its wings;
And as the clouds forming for another change;
Like the mist in the morning disappears;
I walk freely without the tears of your memories.


Rock the Night

Dancing to the beat of music,
Laughter and sweats composed the beat,
Disco sounds rocked the night,
Rave music, spirit’s high
Body moved heat to heat.
Mr DJ played the song,
Disco music all along--
Body sway, to and fro
Shake and tremble
Shoved it long.
Dripping sweat,
Drenched his shirt
Hard rock music, all were set.
Breathing deep,
numbness felt.
A sudden jolt,
increase the speed-
Bolted his body on the floor,
Sudden weakness comes along;
Tingling sensations in his face,
Arm or leg bolted his feet.
Loss of speech, vision blur,
Particularly in one part of his eye.
Stroke attacked!

Call 911---

"i was studying the signs and symptoms of stroke, then---my mind was wandering to the disco house (like i want to go dancing tonight--ya know?, TGIF--thanks God it's Friday)---; so i tried to collaborate 'stroke attack and disco'---" hehehe--found it funny after i wrote it"----, huh---never find the writing so boring--somehow it ease my thoughts and comfort my mind"


What's Wrong?

went to a store one late afternoon ----
bought a present or a gift---
met the owner----
while browsing and checking out the perfect gift----
he approached----"this one is perfect for a gift'-----
looked at it----it was indeed great------.

paid for it on the cashier's corner---
yet his eyes roaming, so near---
met his eyes---dark and round---
swiped the debit card ---and waiting around----
stamped the feet---waited a bit---
then he asked something out its wit!

"are you married?'
eyes wondering, replied; "No"
"do you have a boyfriend?"
stranger asked personal questions,
---sounds weird----!?
"Why?" asked by his----

"What why?"-
confused a little bit----
ignored it.

waited the item---took a moment.

"A ********* girl like you should get married", he added.
---"you should get a boyfriend", as he continued.
---he told his story---; he migrated from this country,
long years back---, work hard; buy and sell---and now,
owned two stores; one in Sheppard Ave and--
one in Victoria Pk. Ave---then, now---
"I'm looking for a wife"

----wanted to get out from the store----
rushing the time---quickly and possibly---
got the card--checked out---
he gave his number----!!
headed out----

"Call me"

she escaped again...
again and again---
she always do this,
from different encounters,
and from friends to friends---
or was it in the wrong timing?
or something's wrong....
what's wrong?

puzzled and confused
she also asked herself, "why?"
she heard those questions many times;
heard from strangers, friends, encounters
from time to times,
it was funny how the store owner
made her mulled over those questions again---
...why she could not find the answer?
the question's hanging...!
entirely, completely making her insane!

...was it her past that let her stay that way?
was her heart badly bruise that she drifts away?
afraid to love again? or afraid to be alone away?
she felt so free and contented, feel so happy and gay--
yet those questions--asking,
pleading for an answer---begging,
yearning to please---;

she asked herself, "what's wrong to stay this way?"
yet--- deep deep deep deep down, she wanted to
find the answers----

what makes her think that she's happy?
she joked, laughed, danced and sing around---
she tried to be joyful to encouraged everyone,
But--is she real? Is she true to herself?
Or she just hide something in order to stand?
beneath the shelves of happiness,
there were rooms for loneliness;
she knew it, she knows--she's hiding it.
she tried to hide it by her sweetest smiles,
and win her friends, encounters and families without a sigh.

--then again, those obvious signs,
telling her again--
asking out--heading out--
hangin' out---
calling her-- checking her,
she knew it-- she just ignored it,
or she just waiting the real spark?

somehow...she's afraid,
to love again? to trust?
give herself fully?
or to find her way back to the past.

or is it her ignorance?
stupidity and inanity?
or her acquired brain insanity?

something's wrong with her,
she know it--
she just couldn't figure what it is,
can't point her finger on---!!!

or maybe she just waiting...
the perfect timing---the real time,
to bloom, to fit, to protect, to care
and to love fully through the phase of time!