What is true - poem

Memories can fail, feelings can pass away,
but true kindness and love from someone
will always be there to stay
even when memories fail,
even when feelings go away.

Time is the best measure of what is true;
Distance is the best gage of what is real;
So what is true or real
will always remains and grows
No matter what we think or how we feel.

- Bee

posted Friday, 28 January 2005

Along the beach - poem

As I walked along the beach today,

The breeze blew softly passed my face.

What a wonderful feeling I have again

I hope it will be there and always stay.

- Bee


posted Friday, 21 January 2005

Who Will Be There - Prose

Another tiring day has just gone by.... sigh!
I worked both day and night;
still thinking about work while in my sleep;
too much work to do with too little time indeed.

Others don't seem to feel the urgency when working,
and I ended up working on what others should be doing;
but their days in the company won't be long,
boss will soon make sure they're gone.

I am not complaining and not afraid of workload;
but just hope that people around me will know,
that I need space to breathe and vent,
to have a friend who will truly understand.

I always console others and encourage them;
when they're down and need a friend,
I am always there to help them vent;
But now I'm not sure who will be there for me to depend...

- Bee

Who Will Be There - Prose

Another tiring day has just gone by.... sigh!
I worked both day and night;
still thinking about work while in my sleep;
too much work to do with too little time indeed.

Others don't seem to feel the urgency when working,
and I ended up working on what others should be doing;
but their days in the company won't be long,
boss will soon make sure they're gone.

I am not complaining and not afraid of workload;
but just hope that people around me will know,
that I need space to breathe and vent,
to have a friend who will truly understand.

I always console others and encourage them;
when they're down and need a friend,
I am always there to help them vent;
But now I'm not sure who will be there for me to depend...

- Bee

posted Friday, 7 January 2005

When I Am Quiet - Poem

When I am quiet,
Millions of things are running thru my mind.

When I am not arguing,
I am thinking deeply.

When I look at you with eyes full of questions,
I am wondering how long will you be around.

When I answer "I'm fine" after a few seconds,
I am not at all fine.

When I stare at you,
I am wondering why you are lying.

When I lay on your chest,
I am wishing that you be mine forever.

When I call you everyday,
I am seeking for your attention.

When I want to see you everyday,
I just want to be pampered.

When I SMS you everyday,
I want you to reply at least once.

When I say I love you,
I mean it.

When I say that I can't live without you,
I have made up my mind that you are my future.

When I say "I miss you",
No one in this world can miss you more than me...

- Winston?

My Reflection:

I had been tired out by my work recently, especially the last 2 nights, leaving my office at 10 p.m. and still continued working when I reached home after my super late dinner. Something made me very blue in my office last night. As if that's not enough, friend K said something that made me even more blue. I couldn't take it anymore... I told him we better do things our own ways from now on... I was extremely disappointed and sad!

The above poem posted by a friend at Friendster made me cry even more. The first few lines have expressed how I felt quite well...

When I am quiet,
Millions of things are running thru my mind.

When I am not arguing,
I am thinking deeply.

When I look at you with eyes full of questions,
I am wondering how long will you be around.

When I answer "I'm fine" after a few seconds,
I am not at all fine.

He told her he loves her - poem

He told her he loves her that day,
That his love will not fly away.
Yet she is not very convinced,
Cos actions must follow the feelings.

He told her again he wants to see her,
Yet she is not ready as she's a girl.
But it's a matter time sooner or later,
If patience and love can truly foster.

- Bee

posted Sunday, 2 January 2005

Welcome Year 2005 - poem

Welcome Year 2005! Time really flies,

A year has past at the twinkling of the eyes,

I look forward to something really nice,

As I say to Year 2004, "Goodbye!"

- Bee

posted Sunday, 1 January 2005