It’s the coming of the Ox,
And the heaven’s celebrating,
Smiling brightly as they look at
All the wealth it’s bringing.

May this New Year of the Ox bear you with the sweetest fruits of your labour.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Take this chance to make anew,
Make amends to those we knew,
With friends and families,
Lets all share our merries,
As we welcome a day new.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Let us forgive,
Let us amend,
All the bad in us we cleanse,
This joyful eve,
This cheerful eve,
Spend some time with kins and friends.

Merry Christmas to all, and may your days be filled with joy.

It cures the bashfulness of people
Softens tension and eases trouble,
Yet it drowns one’s navigation
In a sea of senseless babble.

It’s like riding on a steam train
Chugging down from a mountain peak,
Though pray the driver is wide awake
Lest massive crashing it will wreak.

It’s like an army of cavaliers
Bearing colours of salt and lime,
It charges at you with liquid spears
And knocks you down to slumber time.

It brings out the artful side of you,
Like the bursting smell of summer thyme,
And it turns your normal rationale
Into a pile of ugly slime.

Be careful and cautious, my dear friends
When dealing with this mexican gift,
Don’t take too much of this clear liquor
Else the floor will kiss you swift.

Roti John oh Roti John
You’ll crave it day and night,
It’s juicy mix will make ye drawn
To it, from bite to bite.

Roti John oh Roti John
With tasty beef and chicken,
Roti John oh Roti John
I can feel my tummy beckon.

Roti John oh Roti John
I crave ye day and night,
This lovely thing hath unleashed my
Ramadan appetite.

Well, read on my curious friend
For I shall show you now!
Procrastinating more you’ll be
After I teach you how!

Start by learning how to say
“I think I’ll do this later”,
And make it really sound as if
The task is such a tire.

Then try to waste your precious time
With useless, needless things,
Like surfing gaming websites
Or make silly sketchings.

Soon enough you’ll start to feel
The guilt from postponing,
All the things left unfinished
Like that blog post you’ve been doing.

Do these things I’ve laid above
And practice it daily,
Soon you’ll be procrastinating
Like a drunken bee.

And while you sit there waiting
For that hour to…

From setting up a network share,
To purging some pesky spyware,
Oh, endless chores they give me so,
Oh, endless chores they seem to grow.

And all this labour, all this toil,
Around my neck it seems to coil,
Tightening, winding serpentine,
Choking like a murderous vine.

Oh Lady Fortune, I implore,
Please end this state I so deplore,
These clockwork chores are such a bore,
I just can’t take it anymore.

Kulow was his name,
A headman of great renown,
Whose wisdom and kindness was oft-sought and well-known,
And through his guidance,
His people grew prosperous,
At hill’s shoulder and plateau of envied riches.

But in jealous eyes,
Of those whom were found wanting,
They plotted, they waited, their prey unsuspecting,
To steal all their wealth,
and leave not a single thing;
From Kulow and his people, they planned on robbing…

This is the story,
Of a prosperous village,
As re-told by elders of the same heritage,
Of the great Kulow,
And how he lead his people,
Through times of merriment, hardship and renewal.

Read more of this tale in Lifeinborneo.com.

See more eye candies
In this link here,
Photos taken meant to evoke admirations,
A night’s reveries
Can be found there,
Oh, May will be full of festive celebrations.

As much as I disdain this worship,
Refrain I could not from not wanting,
To own these papers prone to courtship,
By those who prey on greedy yearning.

And yet our lives revolve around it,
This system made by capitalist,
It fuels our city’s silver heartbeat,
With all the merchants which it consist.

With my account today replenished,
It filled the nooks of my heart with glee,
But once all those papers diminished,
Only the month’s end would uplift me.

What a vicious circle.