What's Inside

Dear Pipsqueaks,

Written about the one that couldn't commit...


Nothing hurts quite as much
As the absence of your heart
Even with words so sweet and plush
Like dagger of reminders
They hit with full force rush

Maybe you have already forgotten
That very same night
What was unexpected, oh so sudden
But indeed, bravery won the fight
I let you take my sight

I couldn't have been more mistaken

What we both had in mind
To think you actually needed me
In your ever-so-busy life

Again and again I find myself expecting
For that call never made
For that message in fade
So sick and tired of all this wait

If I knew this is what you meant
When you tried to hold my hand
As tempted as I was to accept
It was never what I intend

If I knew this is what you meant
Then I wish it were never you
Who tried to hold my hand

Flashbacks

Dear Pipsqueaks,

We all see a little something in others that remind us about our own stories. This one was written about boyfriend no.2...


Memories are such funny things
Its like they have a life of their own
Not in your control
Even something I have tried so hard to bury
Comes alive in a hurry
In a crowd once again
It all seems like a movie
The way he stops the champagne glass
From reaching her lips
And raises his own to greet
The way he puts her head on his shoulder
As her heart beats too quickly
Kisses on her forehead to calm her gently
The way he just cares
Actions louder than simple words
All too familiar to my chords
Forcing a smile
It only gets easier
I hope
I hope
Stupid love songs

A Valentine's Rhyme

Dear Pipsqueaks,

Sharing my thoughts on Valentine's Day in 2011. Yes, there's just something about love...


no matter how it begins or ends
the story still stands
to awe and amaze
all the rest
that once upon a time
a great love story came to life
a bond so strong
it was said to last forever long
but do not be startled
by its magical powers
to be drawn in, it's only human
to crave that feeling
be loved, be cared
oh, it's so tempting!
so cherish the moments while they last
or be glad to have been there when they're past

Clubbing Age

Dear Pipsqueaks,

No time to get on the computer so I'm going back to my old blogging days of writing my posts on my phone (while I did the stepper in the gym). So forgive me for any typos!

Ever since I could remember, this friend of mine had wanted to go clubbing for her birthday. We kept missing the chance to go - especially with a discouraging group of oldies who would rather go chillax at a lounge. But we said we will so we shall! We scheduled a clubbing night last Friday to celebrate her birthday (today Sunday).

Because all of us are really not in the loop anymore about which club is better nowadays, so we went for the closest one to home in case we get really knocked out - The Roof near One World Hotel. Most of us dressed for the occasion as there are dress codes about what one can wear into a night club. For example, no sandals, shorts or jeans. Why the dress code you ask? So you don't get a bunch of fashion mis-fits in the crowd. Not to mention it's definitely not a good idea to be wearing any open-toed shoes unless you don't mind getting stepped on by 6 inch heels every other minute. Meh.

So anyway, we got a cocktail table near an elevated platform close the dance floor. I did warn my friends that the dance floor will be empty until maybe 1am, and I was right. People just aren't drunk enough to bravely hit the dance floor. Okay, maybe I'm only half correct that the dance floor was empty. It was a bit crowded but not of people dancing - it was full of boys waiting for the pro comic-uniform dancer to storm the stage and show off their super sexy moves. It also didn't help that they pour free whiskey for those in front of the crowd. Hence, no space on the dance floor to dance!

And I thought my younger days were bad. We pretty much had a circle of boys standing around the dance floor scanning for their prey of the evening. Now, they boys aren't even interested in the girls - they're waiting to drool over the pros. Sad case.

What was the worst part of the whole evening? We couldn't even find ONE suitable guy for the birthday girl. The club was just too young! Some of them look barely legal enough to be in a club. So much for finding her a fling for the night. Sigh.

So what did we learn from a night at The Roof?

1. Music wasn't to our taste - definitely prefer house music over techno or whatever the heck kids dance to these days.
2. Crowd is too young to be fun - a more mature crowd would be more exciting.
3. Dance floor is too small - all the standing boys took up half the space! Where to dance?!
4. Wear dancing shoes - heels look great but they kill your feet!
5. Party doesn't really start until 1am.
6. Get a proper table so our senior citizens can have a seat!

We joked about this but seriously, they should have senior citizen entries for our 30+ who just want to go there and drink while chillaxing with friends. I shall be joining that group soon but I think I'm always up to hit the dance floor when the music suits my mood!

But lesson learned - let's stick with Zouk. At least there are four different dance floors with a range of music we can choose from. Maybe for my birthday then!

Going back to resting - a night out takes more to recover now! Ciao~

(Will add some photos shortly~)

Best of Friends

Dear Pipsqueaks,

Another one from the vault of Jessy's random writings - to best friends:

[F]rom the moment we met
[R]eal heart to heart
[I]n history our story writes
[E]very tear drop, every pain
[N]ext to one another through each rain
[D]estined to be the best of friends
[S]o we shall, till the end

[F]or now we must part
[O]n this fork road in life
[R]emember always the memories
[E]very joy, every laughter
[V]ows of loyalty and endless support
[E]tched to last through distance and time
[R]est assured you're in my heart always

[B]ecause...you and I
[F]riends Forever

Hesitant Love

Dear Pipsqueaks,

Memory is a bit rusty but this felt like the time when I was so close to becoming someone's girlfriend, yet still hesitant. Unfortunately, it didn't work out. BUT! If my network tells me correctly, he's getting married this year if not the next. I'm glad he's found the one for him...

i wish i knew where life's taking me
i wish my heart could see
how you're the hand that leads me through
how you're the one for me
every time i look in your eyes
every time i fly
you give me wings so i can soar
you believe that i can be much more
could this be, could you be?
could i belong next to thee?

(Are you in love?)

From Me to You

Dear Pipsqueaks,

It's really a walk down memory lane reading through all my old poems...

my love for you is like
the sun behind the clouds
there, but hiding
sending you mild warmth from afar
hoping one day
to shine only for you

我對你的愛戀就像
躲在雲背後的太陽
存在卻看不見
遠遠的散發出對你的溫暖
希望有一天
只為你閃爍

2*15*2009

Winter Wonderland: Contiki

Dear Pipsqueaks,

Continuing on to pour all my writing onto my blog - a poem I wrote after our 'Winter Wonderland: European Tour" with Contiki. Reading this still brings me right back. Let me take you on a flashback...

our worlds met at the london pub
no one thought a second more
loaded the bus and off to explore

amsterdam's red lights and our awkward ice-breaker
sure many guys were itching to experience the "culture"

berlin's dark histories of brutal slaying
to remember or forget has brought mixed feelings

prague's magnificant castle and massive coins
and a church that took 800yrs to adjoin

innusbruck's collection of beautiful swarvoski
made our christmas even more dreamy

munich's bike tour blessed by good weather
beautiful sites and some gutsy members

venice's gondola was the couple's best memory
xmas eve's sudden snowflakes was our best merry

rome's ancient scenary was a breath-taker
nearly frozen, gelato was a must and as good as ever

vatican city was a long wait in rain for what seemed like miles
but nonetheless the majestic st.paul + pope made it all worth while

florence's david seems the perfect man, but not quite
karaoki bar and one litre daiquiris made the night

ferrari's awesome cars were a shocking display
even the girls had much to say

lucerne's new year's eve party was priceless
chilled at the highest bar in europe on mount titlus

paris's triomph arc had the best view of eiffle
moulin rough's performance was tempting and playful

thought this trip couldn't get any better
chemistry sparked and brought us closer
can't believe our three weeks ended
now more than ever i feel binded

holding on to the memories tight
for our european trip was the adventure of a life time

Words Unspoken

Dear Pipsqueaks,

Trying to catch up on writing down the millions of thoughts flowing in my mind here, and now I feel rather lost if my writing isn't posted/archived here...so transferring from Facebook, a poem dedicated to my dear sister:


I may not be the best with words
But what I feel is true
All my life, every moment counting
You were there, through and through

No matter what I may throw at you
Unfair, unreal, pure delusional
I'd get my way before I turn blue
Yes, I can be so dysfunctional

Now, I know I'm Ms. Difficult
But I'm so glad it was you
That took the challenge by default
With no instruction or any clue

No one said life would be fair
So you never bothered complaining
'Cause you know I do really care
Except it's never for sharing

It's time for you to hear me out
All the things I have to say
It may get a little gush, no doubt
Yet, they've been too long in delay

Right off the bat, I'd like to thank you 
For always being my cornerstone
My dreams were no longer far from true
'Cause you'd never let me fight alone

Thanks for keeping me grounded
Reminding me what matters
Thanks for ensuring I'm protected
So I could leap without fear of shutters

I am truly grateful and truly blessed
To have your company on this journey
No matter what life may wish to test
With you guiding, I'm sure to pass however many

If you still have not guessed by now
I shall be bluntly clear
This was written with a bow
For the world's most amazing, my sister

Ivy Sung