HAPPY 2nd ANNIVERSARY!

We have been through lots of good times and had our bad times too. But one thing is for sure, I am glad that you are still around and still my good friend, my dearest Jie Jie. If I am as rare as the moon, then you must be the SUN!

With love and gratitude,
Ah Dee

seeds

You add salt on where you bleed
Then you scream and you weep
You blame the world when you got hit
But did you look before you leap?

In your heart you sprout a black seed
The pains of failure are in the creep
Before you begin you start to quit
Yesterday’s foul breath still you keep.

The black seed grows and consumes you deep
Why do you hate when it’s your choice to sleep?
A barrage of needles under your feet
Acupuncture reverses and hurts in heaps.

Like a bat blinded during a night trip
By the darkness so bright you failed to peep
Happiness is in all that you meet
Wake up, rinse your mouth and remove the black seed!

(c) Wendy Loh Lai Si 2006

from the heart

This ode is written by a well respected and spritually endowed friend of mine. Divine blessings for him and his family. Metta.

ODE TO MY FATHER

It was only when my dad left this world that I realized how much I had taken for granted those moments in time that were spent with him. Looking back, instead of treasuring those precious moments that were scarcely available to him, I was someone in a hurry to get back to KL after the obligatory Chinese New Year reunion.

My dad left us most unexpectedly and the pain that came upon me was grievous and overwhelming. He waited long enough for me to arrive just in time before he exhaled his final breath. I felt like a little lost child, his father no longer in sight … How strange for one in his late forties with a family of his own to feel like this. I know now that the worst days of a bereavement are the day that a loved one dies and the days after the burial. Years ago my father sobbed uncontrollably when his own father's funeral was over. I was too young to understand then but I do now.

My only consolation is that my dad had gladly received a copy of the earthquake charity musical VCD which my daughter and I organized last December. Deep down, I know my dad was really happy and proud that his son had helped organize two charity musicals within a span of 11 months, the former being for tsunami victims. He did not attend either of the musicals but was a long time fan of the Wayfarers.

I once dreamt of driving a brand new Merc home so that I could take my parents for a spin. But it probably meant more to my dad that his son and grand-daughter followed his musical footsteps (he was a fine mandolin and ukulele player), beyond what he had hoped for. He can rest in peace knowing that he wasn't given the brush-off as far as his musical legacy was concerned. My only wish is that he will be able to meet someone or being who can teach him the practice of vipassana...

delphi

I admit that I do have the inherent gift to destroy what was once beautiful for I always appear when good times come to an end just as I was beginning to adapt. Finally I am the last one standing pursuing a forgotten dream.

Indeed I should continue dreaming and writing if I am meant to be.

GGBC

I don't play badminton but she does. The nearest I can get to the game is to wear a t-shirt which reads "BADMINTON" and it is one from her club. The towel and the fluffy bear too. I support her involvement in sports because she simply loves what she is doing now. This is more than enough. She can't be performing on stage and releasing albums forever, though I hope she would. I sincerely believe that as long as there is demand for her music, she will not leave. The entertainment industry is cruel and realistic and I don't wish for her to be mutilated by the same conglomoarate that launched her career. At this stage, it matters not to me if she wins awards or is elected the best pop singer again. I love her wholeheartedly. Deep down I do want her to get the recognition she deserves and the industry should honour this.

The press must stop reporting news that serve nothing but which will turn stale in a week. The reason being that false reports benefit no one; the media, the artists and the readers. Feeding readers with immoral rumours only destroy the values of the society. The negative impact is not only on the artists but most essentially on the minds of the people. The focus of each piece of gossip is on tragedies and journalist-created juicy stories. I find it disheartening that the media make money out of such scams and readers find pleasure from reading who is sleeping with who. The role of the press is to educate readers and to enlighten them on righteousness. It might be too ideal a call to follow and I feel that it has fallen on deaf ears.

On the other hand, she can be promoting badminton and participate in its business for a long time to come. In the field of commerce, life begins at 40. It will not be easy because the human element exists in every sector. PEOPLE give rise to politics and its devildry.

I just want her to be happy. Truly.