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Saturday, May 16, 2015

16th May 2015

I've said it before,
But, i'm going to say it again.

Happy Teacher's day 2015!

My life do revolve around teachers.
This year, this particular left-handed, hardworking, petite, charming, focused, adorable, gorgeous, strict, flawless, beautiful, cheeky, selfless, intelligent, smile-dimpled, TESLian, and attractive teacher(going-to-be) made my life more meaningful as days go by.

She is the perfect physical evidence why i am attracted to teachers. Guess what? Even many of her family members are teachers!!! *insert the scream emoticon* Which explains where she inherited the gruesome deathstare and somehow good in spanking(eh?).

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
poems are hard,
Teacher, i love you.

XOXO EFSI~



Monday, April 27, 2015

Present of the future past

Have you ever gave yourself a deep thought about something?
If you are given a chance to go back in time,
To right one wrong,
to speak then, or to forever hold your peace?
What will it be?

Is it when you first said " I love you"?
Or the time when you were broken after?

The time when you finally ignored a cry for attention,
or the moment you actually opened up to them before?

That few meet ups of smiles and giggles that they put on your face,
or when they finally make your tears flow like it worths nothing?

The decision that keeps you both a stranger,
or the time when you decide to make him a stranger, once more?

Present of the future past,
you can right one wrong before it passes... Done.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Recovery

It has been a while since i updated my blog. Well, about me to be exact.

Lots of things happened since 2014. Sun rose and set, tides risen and ebbed, flowers bloomed and rot ...it is already end of March 2015.



My Work: 


Work..work..work.. 

Devours our life source from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And of our yesterdays born innate fools
The way to ignorant idiocracy. Out, out, paleolithic mentality!
Life's but a string puppet, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the corporate stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.

My relationship:

Two roads diverged in a passionate boulevard,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one hopeless romantic, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it was groomed and mannerly arranged;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was audacious and wanted wear;
Though uncertainty awaits all along the way,
Nor the journey whatnot the destination far or near,
And both that divergence equally lay
In love, my step had trodden black.
Oh, I left the first for another man!
knowing that how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever regret.
I shall be telling this with a delight,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a boulevard, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference






Dear you,Please bear with me.I had a colourful past.bitter and cold, betrayed and fooled, nevertheless colourful.Haha...colourful... remember how our lips looks like we're saying "i love you" when pronouncing it?
Esther Francis Swee,I love you.Fullstop. 




Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Twisted confession

Falling in love, helplessly descending,
Wondering how deep is this hole, continuously falling.
Endless pit, so vacant and so hollow,
How deep do you plan for me to love you?

Never ceased to gain my slightest attention,
Juggling words and strumming emotion.
Drowning me with all your love and affection.
I am only human to be seduced by such ungodly temptation.

Never had I been approached by such,
Filled with lust and alluring touch.
Nothing gentle, tender or any of its kind,
But this is the type of love I seek to find.

The twisted endearment disguised off this gentleman,
Curiosity attracted me to this mysterious sentiment.
Never a dull second or a monotonous moment,

Take me now and make me feel like a woman.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The old hut

There was an old cosy hut,
Sturdy, homey but with notable cut.
Warm, safe and full of love,
A shelter from sun, from rain above.

Dear mister hut, please stay, please stay,
I have to be somewhere, far away.
Let me go through my shedless days,
in my lego houses or foreign chalets.

Fireplace, foods and accommodation,
Satisfy me my needs at this very moment.
But deep down inside my memory pane,
That hut still hugged my comfort, my sane.

Let me be protected being distance apart,
Please stay vacant, my lovely hut.
Though you are untitled, by anonymous builder,
I am with right now, but you are my forever.

That cosy hut where I felt warm and loved,
Still empty, no caretaker, remained untouched.
Dear mister hut, please stay, please stay,
I promise to return, but.. not now,not today.


Tuesday, May 20, 2014

"Manusia"

Aku.
Aku hanyalah seorang manusia.
Tak ku kenal sakit selagi tak kecundang,
Tak ku kenal bahagia selagi tak kehilangan.

Betapa "manusia"nya kita,
Dikitab, disebarkan, diciptanya "agama",
Semata-mata untuk "mengampun" dosa kita.
Dalam mengejar kerakusan, nafsu dan nikmat duniawi.

Semakin ditegah, semakinku megah,
Dikunci langkah, semakinku sergah.
Apakah tujuan, apakah haluan,
Dalam permainan yang tiada pemenangnya.

Silap, salah, dosa dan moraliti,
Hanyalah pandangan dan perhitungan dari komuniti,
Kau katakan ku salah, adakah benar?
Ku tepis kenyataanmu, apakah yang benar?
Siapakah atau apakah yang memberi kata putus?
Sebegitu "manusia"lah diri kita....
"DiTuhankan manusia, dimanusiakan Tuhan".


Coretan si burung hantu.
updated via Z30:

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

"Happy Father's Day"


I've always demanded for the best or new,

yet, I've never really actually thanked you.


Only after I've grown up and mature,

I start to understand you, a whole lot more.

How did you make things looked so easy,

with a cool expression and smiled cheerfully.


"Go ahead", you've always gently said,

Supportive with every big decisions I made.

 You swiftly turned away when your eyes turned red,

how deep was the passion that you must have had.


How I wish to hold your warm palms like before,

But you do not possess those kind of strength anymore.


I appreciate your company by my side,

your advice, your experience and all your guides.

Dear time, I beg you, please move slower,

then it won't make him grow any older.


I'd trade my youth, anything for my dear father,

I'd do everything, for you to stay much much longer.

Stay strong, Daddy, tell me what can I do for you,

It is time for you to rest and let the burdens go.


How I wish to hold your warm palms like before,

But you do not possess those kind of strength anymore.


Thank you for your sacrifice, pillar of our family,

And all the things you've always given me.

Am I still the child of your pride and glory?

Am I still the son, you've never lose faith or worry?


I'm no longer the boy you carry on your back,

I no longer need you to pack my bag.

I've grown up, Daddy, take a look at me,

It's time to give me, the burdens you carry.


I'd trade my youth, anything for my dear father,

I'd do everything, for you to stay much much longer.

Do I still, make you feel proud?

Am I still, the one you brag about?


I've always demanded for the best or new,

yet, I've never really actually thanked you.





P/S: Preferably be read with the song as BGM.



Thank you Daddy,

I love you.



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