Lost Love

Lost Love

With a heavy heart, I pen this
For hopes and dreams that never be
Les-Mis in London I’ll miss
Love and concern I’ll never know
Bitter-sweet memories banished
Locked forever in the depths of heart

A short selection of songs for you
A reminder of better times that passed
Self-explanatory you’d understand
Hear the words in the last two songs
Conveying my deepest thoughts
Springing tears to eyes each time

I hope things will turn out well
I know I’ve lost and hurt a lot
A love who taught me what life is
A pillar of strength when things are down
I’d gladly give up everything
For those special moments once again

1 kg

My dear friends, I solemnly swear that all that nasi lemak, bah-chor-mee, fudge cake, cheesecake, chicken pie, and tony romas last week had, with the efficiency and navigating prowess of a F1 champion, taken citizenship at my once-but-no-longer-slim-and-taut waistline. Self-denial was swift, the waist custodian, aka me, had my first out-of-body experience..... watching on like a helpless trapped mouse, as each contestant raced to conquer and mark its territory on the waistmap. Conquest was swifter, 1 to the foods, 0 to me. It was warfare strategy at its finest, they made the gulf war look like a kid's pie.

In sorrow we grieve, for the demise of a body part so crucial to the fragile feminine esteem..... hey, is that a piece of my crushed shattered ego you're stepping on?!