The Muruku Murmurations

I don't do well when I am sick.  That feeling when you're under the weather, It tends to put you in a crappy mood altogether, I guess it's  because of the pounding in my head, That makes me wish I was dead. I wish my nose would stop running, And my head would stop spinning, I wish my body would stop aching, And my throat would stop hurting. I wish this fever and cold would go away, I guess it's just one of those days, I don't normally fall sick but when I do, It's pretty much hell to go through. - JN 10.00am, 27/01/2016 (Thursday) Home, Kelana Jaya

There's a saying that you should never date a poet. This is probably why. Dedicated to all the poets out there who have ever been made to feel like their words are insignificant. They are not.  You think a poet's words are just words, Things we pen down in a heat of passion or fury, They fly off the page like a strong winged bird,  Judging you like a literary jury. You don't see that these words are written in blood, In tears we squeeze out from our heartache, You don't realize with every word we flood, A little piece of us it takes. We're melodramatic and wounded says you, Loudly brooding when there are better things to do, But do you feel that anguish in every syllable, Or of such feeling are you incapable? You'll move on long after breaking our hearts, And whisper sweet nothings into another foolish ear, But months later after we have part, The testament to our heartbreak will still be here. So go ahead, crush us ...

Yes, I went the cliche route and wrote about celebrities.  I'd like to meet the cast of One Tree Hill, I'm pretty sure it would be the biggest thrill, It would also be the best day, I might even not know what to say. I'd like to meet Chad Michael Murray, Even if I only get to say hey. I'd like to meet Hilary Burton, And tell her that I love her a ton. I'd like to meet James Lafferty, Even though I know that after that he will not remember me. I'd like to meet Bethany Joy Lenz, Even if it's just a glance. Sophia Bush is also one I would like to meet, I would tell her that I think she's pretty neat. And although they hear this everyday, I'd tell them how they impacted my life in every way. I wish I could meet the whole cast, That would be a blast, But even if I only get to meet the original five, I'm pretty sure that would suffice, - JN 10.00pm, 25/01/2016 (Monday) Home, Kelana Jaya

Sometimes you wonder what a person was like before you met them. Stories that they tell you don't do them justice. Sometimes, you just have to had been there to truly understand.  I want to meet the you before all the scars, The one before you walked this road so far, I wanna meet you before you became all jaded & blue, Back to a time when your heart was pure & true. I want to see that person within in the flesh, One without all the irritation & without all the stress, The one who believed that out there could be love, Transport me back as a shadow or a dove. Maybe if I did then I could understand, How you came to be this kind of man, The experience might give me closure - who knows what it could do, But it would be so nice to see the less guarded side of you. If life was that easy it'd be such a ball, Unfortunately it's not like that at all, I could only meet you when it was time for me to do so, Really wish you didn't rip apart my hear...

I could have wished to meet any celebrity, famous person or world changer but I chose to meet myself in different points of my life. All because I thought I could have changed something about my past or present. I never liked living in uncertainty but it is just something I need to accept. I wish I could meet myself... 50 years from now, Listen to all her stories, Where she has been, What she has done, Who she has become. To know the remorse and the regrets, The guilt and the hurt that etched her heart, The joys pleasures of life, That she indulged in, The surprises that thrilled her, As the years had passed since 2016. From her I would learn and discover, Of the things I should have done, The decisions I can make now, People that I could keep close, Also the ones to let slip away, Take action to prevent certain calamities. I wish I could meet myself, When I was only five, To tell her she was alright, There was no need to be silent, To continue bein...

After a long battle of staying strong and staying alive, my grandfather's body had finally given up on him. I am thankful most of us got to see him one last time before he had left us and that he went peacefully without struggle. He gave me some fond memories and these are only just a few. In loving memory of my 'Akong'. There he was standing six feet tall, Tall and lanky stature, Rarely would he utter words, But when he did, people listened and it mattered. He would have his milky oats in the morning, Followed by a brisk walk along Gurney Drive, I would walk along side him, Watch the sunrise and mudskippers come alive. Almond milk or Milo was his breakfast drink, Along with Kuey Teow Th’ng everyday, Never would he miss the Chinese newspaper, To get updated with what the government had to say. Lunch at their regular caterer, Ah Huat’s Sundays are must have Fish Head Assam Curry, Secretly, his favourite place was actually Genting, ...

There are days when you swear you're going insane.  I've been told there's something wrong with me, They told me I should go therapy, I've been made to believe that I'm crazy, And after awhile. I started to agree. Everyday that's what they tell me, But maybe I'm just wired differently, Because you and I are not the same, you see, Or maybe the demons in my head have won finally. - JN 10.00am, 12/01/2016 (Tuesday) Home, Kelana Jaya