Nora on page 232

Nora on page 232

A new dress each Saturday!
Designed, no doubt, as a peace offering
for the loneliness of a broken home.”
ERS on Winter


Lord Henry Wotton


The aim of life is self-development.  To realise one’s nature perfectly – that is what each of us is here for.  People are afraid of themselves, nowadays.  They have forgotten the highest of duties, the duty that one owes to oneself.  Of course, they are charitable.  They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar.  But their souls are starved and are naked.  Courage has gone out of our race.  Perhaps, we never really had it.

I really loved Lord Henry.  My obssession with this character leads me to claim that if I were born a guy, I would probably be him. 🙂

Unnamed verse #2

Unnamed verse #2

I just wish
that my tears will grow
boots on them
and kick you in the a**
or somewhere else

converge together
in a pool
down the floor
And travel the distance
between us

In the streets

Disguised as dirty puddle-water

It’ll crawl and sneak at your house

Up the wooden posts
of your creaky bed
And go,
seep into your pores,
or nasal passages
to literally,
drown you in my tears.

Could zombies smell people?

“Which good memories are better – the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?” The Daily Post

Wine is said to get better with time.  The same thing could apply with memories.

Our memory-catcher has a tough job to do.  It collects several details – from events that shake our very core, to experiences that assault our senses.  And in the haze of collection, this catcher do play favorites.  The emerging “winner” has to be those memories that were tested by time.

These memories won among the rest of the good ones, simply because they could still evoke the same old feeling.  My own share of such memories include these:

  • Funny conversation with young sibling.  We were huddling in the sofa, watching TV.  Noiselessly, and with a tinge of soberiety, she asked me if zombies could smell people?  Trying hard not to laugh, I replied: “But I haven’t met one? (How was I supposed to know?)”
  • Someone special sauntered near.  Ohh.. the giggles I have to keep in secret ^-^
  • A positive critique for my poem.  The panelists in this writing workshop said they enjoyed my verse.  Uhmm…  I don’t get a lot of comment about my poems, so something as great as the verb, ‘enjoy,’ could make me burst straight to cloud nine!

How about you?  Which memories are better?