If I were to leave first
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Posted:Mar 25, 2008 2:52 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2008 7:34 am 3427 Views
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If I were to leave first
Do not be sad
Just remember to cherish
The time we've had
I will forever love you
With all my heart
And even in death
We'll never part
This is not farewell
It's not goodbye
For I will be waiting
So please don't cry
It's time to stop mourning
Time to let go
It's time to dry your tears
Give life a hello
If I were to leave first
Overcome the pain
Live life to the fullest
Till we meet again
Lee
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Morn
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Posted:Mar 21, 2008 7:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2008 6:13 am 3143 Views
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I see the rising sun
Peeping above the hill
I see the rays of light
Slicing the early chill
I see the fluffy clouds
Hovering, grey and still
I see the early birds
And hear their songs so shrill
I see the dewy grass
Glistening in the light
I see the flowers bloom
My, what a wondrous sight
A myriad of colours
Tantalizing and bright
Oh, what a difference
From the dark silent night
I smell the air so fresh
As a breeze kisses my cheek
Rustling leaves in the trees
While it plays hide and seek
I hear a gentle babble
And it comes from the creek
I spy a golden shaft
As the sun takes a peek
As I stroll on the path
Across the lush green meadow
Past bridges, lakes and brooks
In this sleepy hollow
The mist-shrouded mountains
Basking in morning's glow
Adds a touch of splendour
To mother nature's show
Lee
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Dancing In The Rain
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Posted:Mar 17, 2008 8:02 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2008 5:08 pm 2928 Views
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There was once a lady who sells tomatoes on the street
Red and orange tomatoes, all juicy and so sweet
Then one day she decided to chat on the Internet
And promptly fell in deep love with someone she'd never met
She could not believe that love has blossomed once again
In the city of Valenzuela, she went dancing in the rain
Yes, in the city of Valenzuela, she went dancing in the rain
She then started writing poems and verses all of love
And expressions of gratitude for these blessings from above
She posted all these in her blog for everyone to see
She wanted the world to know she's as happy as can be
For her love can never die, it burns like an eternal flame
On a street called Summer Lane, she went dancing in the rain
Yes, on a street called Summer Lane, she went dancing in the rain
Lee
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A Limerick
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Posted:Mar 10, 2008 6:30 am
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2008 7:01 am 3173 Views
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There was once a philosopher
Who aspires to be a writer
Although he writes well
His articles can't sell
Now he has become a blogger
He likes to play with fire
Writes posts that raise people's ire
He stirs the pot
Until it's hot
Not what we all desire
He was then reported for abuse
The SFF ruled, "There's no excuse"
He said his goodbyes
With tears in his eyes
"I was only trying to amuse"
So the saga goes on and on
Some remain while others have gone
They get you riled up
You bash them to a pulp
In the end, has anybody won?
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Maxwell Hill
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Posted:Mar 9, 2008 1:13 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2012 8:46 am 3143 Views
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Maxwell Hill in Taiping (now known as Bukit Larut) is the oldest hill resort in Malaysia. At 1250 meters above sea-level, visitors can enjoy the refreshingly cool air, the breathtaking view of Taiping town with the coastline in the distance and the beautiful sunsets. The appeal of the resort lies in its untouched mountain beauty with flowers, birds and the tree fern. When it rains, the resort would be shrouded in mist, giving the place an enchanted ambience. To go up the hill, we have to take a jeep. At the 3rd mile is Tea Garden and at the 6th mile, the Maxwell Hill Resort where there are bungalows for rent, rest houses, an Indian temple, a canteen and gardens.
The Taiping folk like to visit the resort during the weekends and public holidays. In the old days, groups of up to 40 would stay in a bungalow meant for 8. Nobody slept much anyway for there would be all kinds of activities until early in the morning for the and girls. I dare say that many of the married couples in Taiping today, first met each other at Maxwell Hill. It was there that I first set my eyes on a beautiful young girl who is later to become my wife. I was sixteen then and she was two years younger. She later told me that for her, it was love at first sight. As for me, I am not telling except to say that she is still the prettiest girl I have ever met.
During my younger days, I have gone up Maxwell Hill countless times. Sometimes we went up by jeep but most of the time, we hiked up. Most times, we stayed in the bungalows but sometimes we camped at a small piece of flat land situated at the lower part of the resort. We don’t have a tent; just some ponchos.
One evening, five friends and I were sitting there watching the sun go down when the silence was broken by the sound of a flute. It was an Indian song and it came from the direction of the Indian temple. The haunting music completely captivated us! If ever there is an enchanting evening that was it! We sat there, enraptured by the music until night fell and, below us, the lights of Taiping town came on when the music finally stopped. We have gone our separate ways now and may never meet again but I bet that none of us would ever forget that evening.
We liked to hike up the hill. There were numerous short cuts, two of which were more than a kilometer long. Although these short cuts are steep and sandy jungle paths, being young and strong, it was no problem for us. I remember climbing up the hill once with my scout patrol when we took the short cut after Tea Garden which was the toughest and the longest. Just when we were about to reach the end of the short cut, we spotted a wild piglet in our path. It was a cute little thing, about a foot tall with yellow stripes on its hairy brown body. I was fascinated but my patrol leader, Ng, immediately ordered us to retreat down the path; the reason being wherever there is piglet, the sow is sure to be close by and a sow, defending her young one, can be extremely dangerous.
Tea Garden is 3 miles from the foot of the hill. There is a small canteen facing a bungalow. The road is wider here and this is the place where the jeep, going up or down the hill, would stop to wait for the jeep coming from the other direction to pass before continuing on its journey. There was also a small road leading down to another bungalow about a hundred meters below.
Once when I was with a group of classmates hiking down the hill, we decided to have a look down there. Halfway down, we came across a small stream with inviting fast-flowing water by the side of the road and stopped to take a rest. Whilst sitting among the rocks in the stream, we spotted small grey crabs hiding behind the rocks. While searching for the crabs, to our surprise, we discovered small silvery swordfish about two inches long! Crabs and swordfish in a mountain stream 600 meters above sea-level? I thought they can only be found in the sea.
A few years back, I hiked up to Tea Garden again. I was eager to look for the crabs and swordfish once more but it was not to be. The road and bungalow were gone, completely covered by thick jungle, but, in the distance, I could still hear the rushing water of the stream.
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There was once a cricket
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Posted:Mar 1, 2008 7:06 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2008 6:58 am 3121 Views
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There was once a cricket
Who, somehow, obtained a ticket
To watch a game of cricket
In the city of Nantucket
But his stepmother, so wicked
Who dislikes this little cricket
Decided to throw away the ticket
Into the dirty waste basket
Alas, the floor of parquet
Was not well-laid and crooked
And so the stepmother, so wicked
Fell and kicked the bucket.
Lee
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This is inspired by a beautiful poem, The Cricket, written by my friend, summer, and is written in jest. Darn, I am in one of those silly moods again. 
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Chap Goh Meh
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Posted:Feb 16, 2008 10:00 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2008 5:16 am 3212 Views
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In a few days time, it will be "Chap Goh Meh", the 15th day of the first lunar month and also, the last day of the Chinese New Year celebrations. On this day, the Kitchen God will return from Heaven after completing his task.
First, I would like to tell you a little bit about the Kitchen God and Heaven. The Kitchen God is sent by the Heavenly King to the kitchens of every Chinese household to keep an eye on us and on Chinese New Year Day (the first day of the first lunar month), he will ascend to Heaven to report to the Heavenly King our good and bad deeds for the year. Because there are so many of us, he is given fifteen days to complete his report which is why the Chinese New Year is celebrated for fifteen days.
Those of us who have been naughty would start praying to the Kitchen God a week before Chinese New Year Day offering the sweet and sticky steamed glutinous rice pudding called Nian Kao (or Tee Koey in Hokkien) with the hope that it will "glue" his mouth together so that he can only mumble when he present his report to the Heavenly King. In Heaven, all reports must be presented orally.
Heaven is a palace in the clouds where the Heavenly King and Queen live with their army, palace officials and servants and is not in Machu Picchu , as has been previously reported. Frequent fliers may have spotted the palace amongst the clouds during one of their flights. The Chinese flier will be filled with joy as he knows it is only the very lucky few who get a glimpse of Heaven. The non-Chinese flier will think that it is a mirage. Why, it has even been mistaken for a UFO!
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The Chinese population has increased tremendously so there is a likelihood that in the near future, the Heavenly King would allow the Kitchen God one month to complete his report which, of course, would mean that the Chinese New Year celebrations would also be extended to a month.
The Kitchen God can only ascend to or descend from Heaven on the 1st or 15th of the lunar month because on these two nights, the full moon will enable him to find his way. Oh, the Kitchen God cannot travel by day because, after being secluded in the kitchen for a year, the bright daylight would hurt his eyes.
In the old days in China, and girls are allowed to meet each other only on the night of Chap Goh Meh. Dressed in their very best, the young people will stroll along the rivers and lakes, using lanterns to light the way. Hence, Chap Goh Meh is also known as the Lantern Festival.
When a boy sees a girl he fancies, he will throw an apple into the water near her. If the girl likes the boy too, she will respond by throwing an orange back in his direction. However, not everyone is so lucky so it is wise to bring along a basketful of apples. You can imagine the desperate ones running around frantically throwing apples at all and sundry in the hope of getting a favourable response. Boy! What would they give to be a member of an on-line dating site!
Lee
P.S.
This article is based on tales related by my grandma, what I heard at the marketplace and coffee shops and a little imagination.
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Fireflies For Sale
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Posted:Feb 11, 2008 6:57 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2012 8:47 am 4886 Views
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The recent cold winter and heavy snowfall in China, Canada and other northern countries has given me the idea of exporting fireflies to these countries for the winter.
I know a lot of you will be sceptical about the idea and think that the fireflies cannot survive the bitter cold. But, according to my grandpa, the "fire" in their bellies not only allows the firefly to provide light but also warmth, and he should know.
As a boy in China, during the cold winter nights when he and his siblings huddled around a jar of fireflies to study, they could feel the warmth emanating from the fireflies.
Now, I have always known my grandpa to be an honest man so I am going to believe him and not any scientific hocus-pocus that says otherwise.
I intend to sell my fireflies in 3 amounts: the 25 fireflies jar, the 50 fireflies jar and the 100 fireflies jar.
According to grandpa, the 25 fireflies jar is enough to warm one's heart. So if you are a couple, I would suggest the 50 fireflies jar and, if you have more than one partner, then I strongly recommend the 100 fireflies jar.
If you buy in bulk, I can offer you a 10% discount. So hurry up if you are interested and place your orders with me now.
By the way, I am also looking for agents to market my fireflies. The firefly is a clean form of alternative energy and during this time of spiraling oil prices, I can assure you that this will be a very good investment. So, seize the chance. Contact me now!
However, I still have one minor problem to solve: How to feed the fireflies in your country?
Grandpa said he fed the fireflies with leaves from the "firefly" tree. In Malaysia, the "firefly" tree is a mangrove tree called the Berembang which is found lining the banks of our rivers.
First, I have tried feeding them with dried Berembang leaves but the fireflies complained that they are not fresh.
Next, I have tried feeding them with the juice from ground Berembang leaves but the fussy fireflies claimed that the juice makes them too heavy to fly.
Now, I am working on my "leaf-pelleting" machine which would turn the leaves into pellets but I am almost sure that the recalcitrant fireflies are going to say that the pellets are too dry.
So, here is my proposal. If any of you have any bright idea how to solve this problem, please contact me. If it works, I am prepared to offer you a partnership in the business.
Lee
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I have not quoted the prices of the fireflies here in order to avoid being reported for abuse. Kindly place your order and I will bill you accordingly.
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When Love Dies
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Posted:Jan 26, 2008 9:19 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2008 7:34 am 4514 Views
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When love dies,
Are you surprised
By its demise
Do you know why
Do you want to cry
When love dies, do you
Mire in sorrow
As the tears flow
Cling to the memories
The forgotten promises
When love dies, can you
Wish him all the best
Harbour no regrets
Realize it's not to be
Grudgingly set him free
Lee
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