one foot out the door,
another in the grave,
one half anxious,
one half dead.
how did we arrive,
and when did we leave,
one half not bothered,
one half sad.
where are we going,
when should we leave,
one half wondered,
one half knew. 
inspired by what my colleague calls a hangover.. a little man with a hammer.. haha.
a little man with a hammer
a little man with a hammer,
he lives in my head.
he came to stay uninvited,
and the noises he makes!!
wickety, rickety, bam! bam!
he thumps away.
wickety, rickety, bam! bam!
he could do it all day!
Go away little man!!
an aspirin to chase him afar.
wickety, rickety, bam! bam!
what a nuisance you are.
a little man with a hammer,
I know that he's fine.
When I am a not drunken,
He is will be kind.
I hope that love is the only reflection I see,
When I look into your eyes,
I hope that you are counting your blessings,
Every morning I wake up by your side.
May you feel only my warmth,
When I hold you tight,
May you see only beauty,
When you kiss me good night.
If I can have a single wish,
To just make my life complete,
I wish with every breath you take,
I am perfect in your eyes.
if i was president, this is how i will run my country..
i would own the country's only network TV,
and show 3000 channels for free,
only one goverment news network,
2999 reality shows, sitcoms and entertaiment only,
Every little girl will want to be Paris Hilton,
Every little boy will want to Justin Timberlake.
Education will not be important,
you can work for the goverment without a degree,
There will be plenty of shows where you can get rich,
get famous or get notice even if it is just 60 seconds.
You can do everything via the internet,
you can even vote from the house,
I will give every family a computer and a big TV free.
With the mass media as my tool,
I will propagate my own religion,
I will sell happiness in a bottle,
a dreams in a can,
my people need not have opinions,
as decisions can be made for them,
They will be content and well entertained.
If you break the law- there will be no jail,
I will put you to work,
Convicts will make cheap shoes, cheap TVs, and plant cheap food.
Shops will open 24 hours a day,
interest rates will be low,
there will be so much consumerism,
the country can only grow.
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this is a new one, very raw, not yet tweeked... reason for writting here:
http://adelaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-was-president.html
I tried to sail through your sea of thoughts
but it prove to be too stormy, too cruel,
frightened, I search for a port-of-call,
yet your eyes offered no beacon of light.
Tired and weary, I longed for some rest,
But alas! No vacancies..
There were no rooms left in your heart,
It was all full, too occupied.
to be continued... hehhe.. ideas stopped here at the moment..
I know I didn’t love you right
But I didn’t know I was wrong
I should have held you tight
Instead I just hurried along
Maybe I was never taught
Or I never bothered to learn
That the very things you sought
Might be those you spurn
I know my feeling is real
That it is you my heart desires
From all the emotion it feels
You are my life, soul and fire
I know I loved you wrong
Please let me make it right.
Who is the one just for me?
The one for me and only me,
He who only loves me and me only he,
The only one meant to be.
I search for the one just for me,
I hope he too is searching for me,
But what if he found someone and loves she,
Is this still a love meant to be?
If I find the one just for me,
And he loves someone else but me,
Then I am sure that this it is not he,
He is not the one- it cannot be.
Where is the one for me and only me?
If I cannot find the only one for me,
I would only be half and so would he,
For only together is the way to be.
Who is the one just for me?
The one for me and only me,
He who only loves me and me only he,
The only one meant to be.
*inspired by chii
he felt like a soldier of tin,
soul as empty as he,
no love in return,
lonely as can be.
where is the path,
the soldier could not see,
yet he marches on,
as how it should be.
dawn makes him weary,
he searches for Thee,
another sunset without answers,
"where could He be?".
If like him you are looking,
the answer is free,
The path of righteous is clear,
Never "to be or not to be".
If your conscience guides you,
and your heart can plea,
you are no tin soldier,
Only human as can be.
* for my friend, the tin soldier.
..by Adelaine Yeo
It was never an angel
Nor was it ever a saint
It bit my bunny slippers
And scratches the paint
It was always so catty
When it loses a game
But my love for that cat
Will always stay the same.
found @ Kuching Fest's webbie
