The Perpetual Time Loop

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Trapped in a time warp,

Fatigue on repeat.

Living for off days,

Survival an onerous feat;


Vetoed RDOs,

Let attestation be,

That demand surpass supply,

A set-up bent on knees.


Call-ups a staple,

Operation on goodwill;

Stability a foreign concept,

Chaos morphs to peril.


Myopic efforts,

Retimes and delays.

Rammed under the wire,

Shambles never pays.

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Red Lingerie

I twirl the strap of my lacy red lingerie around my wrist,

It’s twin, I wrap around the capri of my man.

“Let this be the red string of fate…”

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… that link two destined lovers.

The ineluctable heed no time, place nor circumstance;

It’s robusity conquers rain, shine, and ghastly storms.


Tattered but not torn,

Worn yet intact,

Knotted yet unbroken.


But is fate not a construct of human ingenuity?

A figment of desire, rationalisation of passion?

Still, fate is so apparent, so palpable, so definite.


I don my “string”.

And brush my lips along his broad, broad shoulders.

Fate, so. Tangible.

P.S: Choice of apparatus due lack of a physical red string

P.P.S: Events took place with the subject of my affection “on the throne”

P.P.P.S: Happy birthday, baby *insert heart emoji*

Some Days

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Some days…

Sanction my passive narration,

Spare me the anguish of active participation.

Watch my introvert self stomp mercilessly over my seemingly extrovert front.


And some days…

My fight drains out and determination shimmers and thaw,

I clutch my confidence like a drowning man for a straw.

I’m in relentless pursuit for self-redemption, if only I could muster the courage.


Then some days…

Every move is reduced to a chore,

The cup is half empty and a total bore.

I trot around in zombie-mode, and binge on sugar like a zombie on brains.


But some days…

I haggle with self-doubt, tame my chaos,

Bark my resolve into submission, and manhandle my grit.

I whip self-loathing into a sorry pulp with heavy, gasping breaths.



The sun always rises in the morning,

Light peeks at the end of every tunnel,

And even Noah’s ark eventually settled on solid ground.



The journey garnish its destination,

A view is valued at a thousand climbs.

And gulp a big dose of imperative fuel- your dignity, self-respect and worth.


When I Was…

With papa and mama on my graduation day.


Dear Papa,


When I was seven,

You told me about hell and heaven;

Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light,

By His blood, we are saved day and night.


When I was ten,

Untasty food launch me into a rant;

You taught me to eat everything on the table,

Because this reflect that our character is stable.


When I was eleven,

Popo passed around a quarter to seven;

You said: “For every situation, in the Lord- rejoice”,

“Even if it doesn’t make sense, again I say, rejoice”.


When I was thirteen,

I asked: “What if mama is fat and not lean?”;

You lowered your newspaper and illustrated true love,

By saying: “Then there is more for me to love”.


When I was fourteen,

You showed me hard work and discipline;

Determination is all we need,

Deligence brings us up to speed.


When I was sixteen,

Add maths just wasn’t my scene;

You explained X, Y, and functions,

Till the subject was no more my dysfunction.


When I was eighteen,

Cadetship was all I’m keen;

You drove, drilled and prepared me,

The reason today I fly with glee.


When I was twenty-five,

You never cease in your plight to thrive;

Piano, taekwando, theology,

Achievements are definitely part of your biology.


Today, I am twenty-seven,

Still my inspiration and motivation;

Your teachings keep me safe at bay,

I love you papa, Happy Father’s Day!

You Turn My Skies to CAVOK


Shakespeare likened his lover to a summer’s day,
But I allegorise you-
To the cool breeze aginĀ the warm Malaysian rays.

Your embrace balm my pain,
Your shoulders-
Cheer my ailing heart fain.

Entice me,
Ardour me,
Relish me,
Affirm me.

I reiterate my sentiment,
You turn my skies to CAVOK.

I Was Late For Work Today

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I was late for work today,

Spotted the standstill a mile away;

Brake lights flashing, horns were blaring,

I blast my radio to drown the jarring.


I was late for work today,

Waze says expect delay;

Left my home at five past eleven,

For a twelve-forty sign on, that’s abundant.


I was late for work today,

T’was a jam on Elite Highway;

3 lanes merge into 2, then one,

Those orange cones just ain’t fun.


I was late for work today,

KL traffic heeds no night nor day;

Some genius deem midnight the hour for road works,

From Hicom to Saujana, even a JaguarĀ acquire no perks.


I was late for work today,

Perhaps I should just proceed to bay;

7 years a pilot, always punctual and never tardy,

A streak tainted by an hour long crawl, just plain foolhardy.


Midnight is peak travel time,

That’s when Malaysians hit our prime;

If you must, 3-5am is when we hibernate,

I was late for work today.