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Micropoetry #50

Lay me down between
the North and Downtown of
Vancouver with eyes wide open,
while I’m breathing you
by the Lion’s Gate Bridge,
Mouths locking; deeply
when I say ‘I Do’ to you.

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Poem: Anniversary I

I start the day by rushing to the nearest café
for a soy milk latte. When the darkness consumes
the starlight, I’ll stop working on my manuscripts
and submitting to a quick bite before stomach acid
has rolled in. Cindy the cashier was fascinated
with the tiny-bottle-like locket around my neck.
“It looks like quicksand how adorable.”
As friendly as she was, I preferred to talk less
due to her musky perfume.

The time of this day, I had our favourite song
humming inside my head. Like a ghost of the past,
I imagined your voice breathed into this room.
How could I forget that day when we first met;
two people came thus far to a fateful place?
It was never premeditated. It just happened when
we reached for the similar maple leaf, right under
the Gastown steam clock. Your warmest smile and
those deep eyes were an invitation to treat.

Poem: Monologue 00.00.008

Looking into your eyes, I pray
Fly me to your paradise
Aura of borealis going abroad.

Burning pupils across Stanley Park
Fireworks beforehand sprinkling
high, running over adrenaline scream.

You’re not a Caucasian, then
Why fluent in English?
I was born with blood of White

What’s made of my dream?
Can never be any nightmare
because I’ve locked the Hell Gate.

Repetition

In fact, I don’t mind listening to one favourite song entire day. I’m not insane. It’s just a tune that keeps my mood going. I’ve blogged previously about depression. Truth to be told, music heals all souls. Whether you’re a crack-pot or not.

I’m a Malaysian. But still a Chinese by heart. I celebrate Christmas, Chinese Lunar New Year…basically every festivals except those had to do with religious celebration like Hungry Ghost festival and any Hindu and Muslim celebrations. But wait, I still go for my Muslim and Hindu friends’ open house during Hari Raya and Deepavali.

I want to draw two points here.

I’m still very much an old-soul that’s into music of the 80’s and 90’s. Those are the most memorable moment of my life. Similarly, my current playlist (the one in my WMP) are songs by the Chinese legendary Jacky Cheung, Anita Mui, Leslie Cheung, Andy Lau, Gigi Lai, Vivian Chou, Grasshoppers and BEYOND! I cap that because I couldn’t have known how a Canto-Rock would sound like if it weren’t them.

This morning, I was listening to ‘Heart Attack’ by Demi Lovato, ‘Stronger’ by Kelly Clarkson ‘Impossible’ by Shontelle, ‘How Do I Deal’ by Jennifer Love Hewitt and ‘Smoke’ by Natalie Imbruglia. And now it’s Chinese songs all the way.

Another point that I want to make is, I’m proud to call myself a Malaysian and YES, I don’t look so-Chinese by appearance. At times, I’ve been mistaken as an Indonesian, Thai or Filipino. It doesn’t matter. When I was in Vancouver, a man ran to me and claim I must be from Singapore. So what made him thought that? My fluency in English, as he said. Well, there’re Malaysians who are fluent, or close to speaking this impeccable universal language. Perhaps, I’m the first one you’ve met.

My most pleasure, so to speak.

And yes, I love British English. I find it very sexy. Before any of you throwing tomatoes at my direction, I do love North American way of speaking too. Now, I need some help from the Southern effect, please.

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

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Sincerely, Shalom

我除了與我的根重新連結, 也種植我的新生活。

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