You know Chinese New Year dealt you good hand when you pull up your old jeans and they wear tight as new.” ~ © Esmond Ng 12/2/16
“Sometimes, it’s the really small things that are really big.”
~ © Esmond Ng 4/2/16
“Wheels, they turn again, and again” by Esmond Ng 14/12/15 © Copyright
The wheel has come full circle.
It’s hard, goodbye at any place or time;
It’s harder still to part in words few.
But the end of our cycle brings another new,
Analogues of fresh challenges to quell, subdue.
No matter the wavering out at sea,
Our heart will always finding our north footing.
We shall resound again, on similar lofty shores,
For waves are allured by the finest river sand.
One circle is never really the end,
For wheels, they turn again, and again.
Simeon ben Gamliel said that the world relied on Justice, Harmony and Truth, with Truth being the imperative as there would be no Justice without Truth and any Harmony based on falsehood only buckles into acrimony and strife. Two thousand years later, is Truth still paramount? Or is the Perception of Truth adequate acquiescence given our finite existence, for Justice is zero-sum and an individual’s consciousness of Harmony can only last as long as one’s humanly body.
Just as how a natural rate of unemployment (NAIRU) helps to keep inflation in check, I propone that Singapore actually needs a (loosely coined) natural rate of oversupply to keep long-run public housing price-increases sustainable.
“We are all in a certain sense, lost in space, on spaceship Earth.”
~ loosely quoting from Dick Bolles
”Somehow, when you pay good money for coffee, it tastes good even when it gets cold.”
~ © Esmond Ng 14/02/13
“Now, if only you are half as great as you think you are; you wouldn’t have to harrow with your own insecurities, would you?”
~ © Esmond Ng 19/12/12
“Inundate” by Esmond Ng 31/08/12 © Copyright
I am dry and warm,
Yet I feel drenched and thoroughly soaked.
I hear the platters my window against,
But somehow they deluge against my face.
Hours later the sun will peek its gleams again,
Still, stay I dank in my dingy state.
“I was trying to steal a part of your heart. But you ended taking all of mine.”
~ © Esmond Ng 30/08/12
“My Pearl to Bed” by Esmond Ng 18/08/12 © Copyright
To sleep I haste,
For there my Pearl awaits.
And for longer in slumber i stay,
Endearing our cuddles till day.
“One Lone Sheen” by Esmond Ng 28/07/12 © Copyright
Lustering up over heads,
Brightest only in the pitchiest dark nights.
You are like them, then again not,
As none near dazzling as Thee.
And though today be gayly bliss’d,
I’m sure a day aphotic and inky it is.
For I see as my head I lift,
Just one lovely, one lone sheen.
“Tiffany Believes InMiracles” by Esmond Ng 17/07/12 © Copyright
Tiffany Choo Yong Li (04/09/1987 – 13/07/2012)
You’re gone, yet you’re here,
You’ve left, yet in our lives inhabit.
Beautiful times they abide in our hearts,
Etched sorely in each every mind.
Love a word too faint describe,
All your friends of you surely none’d deny.
Fixedly you brought smiles and joy,
Typed boldly in our pages of life.
I’m sure I for many say this,
That I should have spent a bit, just a bit more time.
To catch up over coffee,
To have caught you in your prime.
Your luster flamed away fleetly,
The candle jealous’d of your shine.
But you lit up all of our nights,
And shone’d brightly in our darkest times.
“If you went where I did, you’d have acquaint that black is of a different hue there.”
~ © Esmond Ng 11/07/12
“Most men are innately hyperopic. Everybody sees dreams, but most are unwilling to go on a present limb to realize them.”
~ © Esmond Ng 10/05/12
“Everything has its place and time, ascribe to it.”
~ © Esmond Ng 22/04/12
“There’s always this one person who makes the world around you oblivious when you’re together; this is also often the same person who can easily make you seem totally oblivious in their world.”
~ © Esmond Ng 10/04/12
We had a few scares quite before this,
Nurses call’d to quick, come him see quick.
The alert, this time, follows through,
His breath last, my Dad into Heaven pass’d.
I thought prepar’d was I was,
For he’d defi’d death 3 years elong.
When all had predict’d life of year half in him,
What more, how longer much could we have entreat?
But I was wrong.
Whether foreknown or abrupt it comes,
Nothing prepares you for a kin’s repose,
Nothing gets you ready for your blood’s loss.
I didn’t cry; not then.
I told myself a relationship we hadn’t had.
Maybe he was never there, or maybe Love I had never felt,
Maybe it was something I had conjur’d, had made up.
But he was there when I was born,
Beaming ear to other, holding me in his arms.
He was there when took I my steps first,
And words utter’d in such random firsts.
He held me up to God at the Baptism service,
He’d probably too was first, to for me tears shed.
He was there to help with all my childhood cake candles,
And he was there when mom came cane-charging choler.
Dad was there, how not manag’d to see I it?
Heck, he was there at my first dental visit!
He was the first to put a hanky in my pocket, something which I still do carry,
He had even taught me to ride my red bicycle at our very first picnic.
You should have seen him when topp’d I my class,
Or when he boast’d to others my horrid guitar strums.
All would know if I did anything well, relatives and neighbors,
Why didn’t I make him more proud, just a little more proud?
When I bought my bike verboten, he shook his head and got me a car,
When I bump’d it, he never once accomplish’d a single sound.
He sav’d on everything but not on me did,
Flight’d me away to Aussie for studies, Crikey! Indeed.
Even when we fought and shout’d at other each,
Nothing ever stay’d sour’d for very long.
He provid’d and gave but never asked for return anything,
He gave me his Love, how could I not have notic’d?
We did a number of things together, together,
From karaoke to washing the car to hitting the gym strong.
How did we end up like this, distanc’d and dissociat’d?
Why hadn’t I, had not effort put in enough?
Retrospect, surely our relationship, not estrang’d,
I seem mistaken, he was there no doubting it.
His actions ensu’d no reason other but Love,
Least I forget, Dad was Dad all along.
I bet there’s way more he did than I can here in speech,
And now he’s gone, I cried eventually, what good is it?
Perhaps in another decade half him I’ll again see,
Perhaps then we could redo what we’d miss’d.
“It doesn’t even bother me, why should it you?”
~ © Esmond Ng 16/03/12