A love destined to be epic

I am sorry

For all the times I broke my word
For all the pain I caused your heart
For all the sleepless nights due to hurt
For all the missed moments to make things right

I am sorry

I have said it too many times before
Time has revealed the shallowness of my apology
You won’t believe me when I say it once more
It seems our love is heading for its final eulogy

I am sorry

I took your love for granted
But it’s easy to go save the world
When your arms are always extended
To pull me out when I am lost in a whirl

I am sorry

You trust me no longer
I have used up your good faith
My desire to live has become shorter
As none can replace you as my mate

I am sorry I destroyed our love

A love destined to be epic

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Belle de Jour – A strong female or a dispaired soul?

In 1998, as part of my Film Critic course in university, I watched the movie Belle de Jour. The French movie was directed by Luis Buñuel in 1967. Given the almost 20 years gap between the time the movie was filmed and the time I watched it, I did not expect the movie to shock me as it did.

In short the movie is about the frigid wife (Séverine Serizy) of a young and attractive doctor (Pierre Serizy). Continue reading

A Letter From Mom And Dad.

Very true! When I was young I remember getting impatient with my granny because of some stuff she did. I am sure she got yelled at a few times from her children too. But as I grew older I realised that she didn’t do it just to spite me or others. She was growing old and became forgetful and sloppy because she couldn’t see that well anymore. It is important to keep in mind that the handicaps of age would catch up with us someday. No matter how much exercise we do or healthy food we eat. When that time comes, we would be grateful to our loved ones for being understanding. We can ensure this behaviour by being role models. The way we take care of our elderly, would show our children how they should treat us when we grow old. As it says in Matthew 7:12, “Therefore all things whatsoever you would that men should do to you, do you even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.” Simple law and still holds true today.

Have A Dream

My Child,

When I grow old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
In case, i break a plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eye sight.
I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive , always having self-pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear, what you’re saying.
I hope you don’t call me, “Deaf.”
Please repeat what you said, or write it down.
I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning to walk.
Please bear with me.
When I keep repeating myself like a broken record,
I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me or, get sick of listening to me.

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Thank You Teachers!

During my secondary school years I hated mathematics. Math was a nightmare for me. Somehow I could not memorise formulas or the rules to solve algebra equations. In the following four years, none of my math teachers could find a way for me to see the sense in what I was supposed to learn. Just before my GCE ‘O’ Level examinations, I was put in a special class together with others, who were in danger of failing the Math final examination too. Continue reading

Happy Thoughts

Dear Reader,

I survived today’s trial work day with only a terrible headache to show for it. Could have been worse, I guess. 🙂 The feedback I received was positive but still no contract, so it is too soon to open that bottle of champagne. I was in my element today and I am convinced that this is the right career path for me. I will write about my experiences with more details soon.

Here is a poem I wrote today. I find it extremely difficult to write happy poems. The ones about loneliness and pain are much easier to write. The irony is that my real situation is one of happiness and I am neither lonely nor in emotional pain.

Therefore I decided to end today on a happy note. Here is my attempt at a happy poem. Hope you like it. If you don’t, I blame my headache for diminishing my literary prowess.

Yours sincerely,

Irene

HAPPY THOUGHTS

Heavenly moments fleet like the steam above a bowl of chicken soup.

Amore mio, winning your love is my greatest coup.

Picture perfect reality transports me into a state of total elation.

Propagating these pure emotions to the universe is my new vocation.

Yesteryear blues that I grieve not are gone in a swoop.