The Fish

My new fish seems to think that he is an eel or something. Most times, I see him dragging his tail at the bottom of the beautiful fishbowl; left to right and right to left. Somehow, no amount of food seems to be able to entice the stupid fish to swim up to the surface.

Like any self-respecting mother, I gave him a few lashing of my own…. “Swim up to the surface, you lazy bum!” and “You better work those fins!”

Suddenly, my frustration grew into fear and concern.

I thought to myself. “Could the fish actually be crippled? Or struck with some life-threatening disease?” But I guess, as long as he doesn’t swim sideways, it should be fine.

I could only pray that, maybe, it is a case of performance anxiety playing tricks. You know how some guys are in a new environment – shy and not able to display their prowess.

For now, I guess, he just likes to play the role of a slimy eel.

Guys, sometimes, you just cannot figure out what they are thinking of.

My Secret Garden

You are always that mildly shy and quiet guy that I knew. Your gaze never once stayed too long on me, always turning away whenever I caught your glance. And when I talked to you, you would always smile, listen attentively and reply back with those often, lost and irrelevant topics. Your feeble yet so sincere attempt at engaging a conversation with me never fails to bring a light smile in my heart. It lifted my weariness at the end of the day. In a world of harshness, you were the only comfort I can ever find. Every day, I long to rush back home right into the safety of your arms.

But I will never tell you how much you mean to me. I am afraid once I do, you will see the truth in how much I need you more than you need me. You will see me in a different light and treat me in disgust. You see, in my secret garden, it’s a place where our hearts will never harden, a rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn…………..

(Lets sing together now)
In my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe and I fall
You plant the seed and I'll watch it grow
I wonder when I'll start to show
I wonder if I'll ever know
Where my place is
Where my face is
I know it's in here somewhere
I just wish I knew the color of my hair
I know the answer's hiding somewhere
In my secret garden, there's

A petal that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn

If I wait for the rain to kiss me and undress me
Will I look like a fool, wet and a mess
Will I still be thirsty
Will I pass the test
And if I look for the rainbow, will I see it
Or will it pass right by
'Cause I'm not supposed to see
'Cause the blind are never free
Even at my secret garden
There's a chance that I could harden
That's why I'll keep on looking, for


I still believe, I still believe
'Cause after all is said and done
I'm still alive
And the boots have come and trampled on me
And I'm still alive
'Cause the sun has kissed me, and caressed me
And I'm strong, and there's a chance
That I will grow, this I know
So I'm still looking for

Somewhere in fountain blue
Lies my secret garden

Madonna

Welcome Back

Like a true blue celebrity, she touches down at the airport in the still of the night, quietly away from the media glare. I can imagine The Queen strutting down gracefully across the terminal in her dark oversized shades (yes, even in the night she needs them on) and hopped immediately onto the cab.

Along the way home, The Queen, passes by some very familiar places as she looks out of her cab window. Years away from home now, she finds herself remembering fondly of these places and faces as her memory flashes back.

But The Queen knew things are not the same as she looks at her homeland through the eyes of an outsider now; this is a place so familiar yet so foreign to her.

She has finally arrives back home to her family and long-timed friends….. with a bittersweet warmth in her heart.

Welcome back home, Ms Queen, even if only for a short while………..

Yours Sincerely,
P. Princess