Halloween Everyday...

Scratch, scratch, scratch… Look at her

Scratch, scratch, scratch… Dandruff falling like snowflakes

Have you ever seen such a scruffy woman?

Doubtless, it is the best specimen ever existed.

Dig, dig, dig… Her fingers are busy

Dig, dig, dig… Into the nooks and crevices of her body

Have you ever seen such an uncouth woman?

Pretending to be dainty and posh.

Inspect, sniff and feel… The ‘harvests’ of her ‘gold’

Inspect, sniff and feel… She seems to revel in her hobby

Have you ever seen such a pretentious woman?

Acting like a saint but with evil intentions.

Woe to those whom she envies,

For with her tall tales she brings you down!

Woe to those whom she fancies,

For with her antics, she will make you puke!

Scratch, dig, inspect, sniff and feel,

Scratch, dig, inspect, sniff and feel,

If you didn’t know, she could be a witch

For her smiling face hides a dagger!

When I am gone...

When I’m gone, I wish not to be mourned, but to have my life celebrated by all who loved me, just as I’d celebrated life itself in my own crazy, quirky, insane way.



Shed no tears, for I want to be remembered with fond memories and not sadness.

My Bestest Friend

Tawai has been with me since time immemorial.


He always listened silently, without a word. Yet, he seemed to understand me. He provided solace from the tears and heartbreaks, warmth on a chilly night and served as shades for my eyes on a sunny morning if I decided to stay in bed. He was my security provider – just clutching him to sleep after watching horror movies was enough to alleviate my fears of ghosts, ghouls, werewolves, vampires, aliens and all supernatural beings.


Throughout my growing years, he stood by me. Every time my granny pushed him into the washing machine, I would wail and shout, as if she had just murdered my closest ally. He would return to me without any complaints and would comfort me, as if he was saying, “Don’t worry. I am back now.”


How can I forget the times he accompanied me, throughout the long nights, revising my school work. How can I forget the times he soaked up my tears and gave me a sense of belonging every time the ‘rotan’ came flying onto my butt and thighs? How could I forget the times when my mom went dating, leaving me in the care of my granny and aunt?

I found a friend in Tawai, who offered me solace and security. Just a sniff at one of his corners would make me feel better and stop the tears. Children do not have ‘security blankets’ or 'security pillows’ for no reason. I was an insecure child, afraid of abandonment by my mom. She was the only one I had. No, she and Tawai were the only ones I had.

Years passed by, I started dating and got married. He is still with me, but the hugs and corner biting are gone now. Hubby wants him to be put away for good. Each time he brought up the subject, my eyes would well up with tears and protests of “NO! NO! NO!” would echo the whole house. I could never put him into a corner, to be all alone and forgotten with time.


He is still in his blue pillow case, he is still as cuddly as before, but he no longer smelled the same. He knows my darkest secrets; he has kept them well throughout the years.

I hope he could stay with me, but I dread the day when all the cotton inside him have turned to dust, and his cloth begins to disintegrate, I will have to bid adieu to my ‘bestest’ friend.

05 APR 2010 - My Scribblings @ Random Thoughts - I Remember … YOU

Published in http://carriedragongirl.blog.friendster.com/2010/04/
05 APRIL 2010


I remember…
Taking the chances, what a gamble
It was reckless
An impulsive decision
But very worthwhile, indeed!

I remember…
The first time we meet each other
Strangers from another city…

I remember…
Our conversations
What we talked about
Our discussions
Your kind concern
Your silly jokes
Your generosity
Our walks around the island and city
Our endless banter
Our SMS-es, emails, MMS-es
Our phonecalls
Our chats…

I remember…
Everything…

I remember…
It was more than friendship
Though we tried hard to hide it
Or pretend it didn’t exist
By not crossing the thin line
To maintain our friendship
And remain comfortable at this level…

I remember…
How it felt to hug you
And how tears came naturally
When we bade farewell
How we rushed to the door
For one last look
And one last smile
Before we returned
To where we came from
Back to normality
But things were never the same again…

I remember…
Everything…

Most of all, I remember…
YOU…

"The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and knowing you can never have them."

"Sit next to me, my dear pal.
Long has been since we’ve last met,
Times have changed,
we have become older…"

21 APRIL 2010 - HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

It was not easy being an only child.
I lived in a bubble, protected from the ravages of the savage world.
It was even more difficult being an only child to a young single parent.
She was still very much a child at heart.
All she wanted was someone to pamper and love her, to take care of her.
She wanted to have fun like the rest of her peers, she wanted to enjoy life to the fullest.
Instead, she was left alone to take care of this loud and active child.
She had to play the role of both parents.
It was not easy for her.
It was not easy for me either.

At times, she was all sweet and loving.
At times, Mr. Hyde took over and the slightest mistake would result in the “rotan” being utilized.

However, I must say that I am blessed to be given the gift of music.
It was the best present she has given to me.
THANK YOU, MOMMY!
Regardless of how tight were her finances and how much she wanted to get something for herself, my music lessons were her priority.
It was a luxury we could ill afford, yet she gritted her teeth and sent me for classes weekly.
It was a privilege to know the language of music and to appreciate its beauty deeper than most mortals.
She never gave up and she never allowed me to give up.
This gift is beyond any monetary or material paybacks that I could give to her, for it is something that has been implanted in my heart and soul since I was 4.

How can I ever repay her, for her struggles, tears, heartaches, sacrifices and everything that she has given me, yet I continued to make her worried and break her heart?
No amount of flowery words could ever take back the harsh words I uttered, the pain I have caused her.
But, I can only say, “Thank you for everything, Mommy.”
These are the only words that could bring tears to her eyes and all the hardships she has faced will certainly melt away.

“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.” - William Shakespeare

16 APRIL 2010 - REALITY (1980) - Richard Sanderson

I used to play this song during my early teenage years.
So many memories, both old and new apply to this song :-D

REALITY (1980) - Richard Sanderson

Met you by surprise,
I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Saw you standing there,
I didn't know I cared
There was something special in the air.

Dreams are my reality
The only real kind of real fantasy
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
It seems as if it's meant to be.

Dreams are my reality
A different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
And loving seems alright
Although it's only fantasy.

If you do exist, honey don't resist
Show me a new way of loving
Tell me that it's true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you.

Dreams are my reality
The only kind of reality
Maybe my foolishness has passed
And maybe now at last
I'll see how a real thing can be.

Dreams are my reality
A wonderous world where I like to be
I dream of holding you all night
And holding you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality.

Met you by surprise,
I didn't realize
That my life would change forever
Tell me that it's true
Feelings that are new
I feel something special about you.

Dreams are my reality
A wonderous world where I like to be
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
Although it's only fantasy.

Dreams are my reality
I like to dream of you close to me
I dream of loving in the night
And loving you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality.

09 APRIL 2010 - This is my backup blog 09 APRIL 2010

This serves as my backup blog from Friendster
http://carriedragongirl.blog.friendster.com/

To ensure that my thoughts, scribblings, jottings, memories, or whatever you call them, shall remain intact should either one of these blog hosters crash (TOUCH WOOD!)