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Saturday, September 23, 2006

Surprise


A heart felt warm surprise.
Thanks my mate for making the day a special one.
For remembering.
For making an effort.
For all the coordination.
For withstanding the chill.
For putting this together.

I feel blessed.
Even when I am so far away
from where I belong, from the people I belong.
I do not deny, I would have preferred to be there.
There, where things would have been different.
The past celebrations were always within expectations,
but when things you take for granted aren't granted,
you begin to miss them.

But no, I can't ask for more.
For this was the best I could ever wish for.
My loving housemates,
and efforts from the others who cared.
It must have been difficult,
To keep it under wraps,
for we see each other almost 24/7.

Thanks for the hand made card
the well drawn portrait
(it was the person in the portrait that didn't look good)
the hand written well wishes
the lovely poem
the sweetly baked brownie cakes
the thoughtful orh nee (yam paste)
the nicely fitted jeans

You must have been devasted
when I walked into your room
while you were working on my silhouette.

You must have felt denied
when I didn't understand why
while you kept trying to desuade me of the purchase.

You must have felt aghast
when I kept questioning
while we walked past another of our car in the park.

You must have felt disgruntled
when I commented on the drawing
while you took pains to draw only someone special
(And I have to repeat it's the person in the portrait that I meant)

You must have felt beaten
when I recognised the jackets
while I was supposed to be lead away

It still came as a surprise,
eventhough I knew something along the way
from the weird behaviour
from the suspicious questions
from the reflective window pane
I just didn't guess what and how it was
It turned out to be out of my imagination

Awaiting for my anger
Awaiting for my disappointment
Awaiting for my tears
They didn't realise
Cos some things are best left unsaid
Not even to be put in action

Still I thank you
The many of you
As long as I know how you feel
As long as you know how I feel

meLis |
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meLis in Dreamland



Silence is perfect for the night
All alone you hide
From the lights shone too bright

This very moment you own
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