A Smile To Hide...

*Combine and intergrate the two versions so it reads like the story of the photo being taken.*

She sits on the bench at the beside the newly built Surau, eager to go for their outing that day. Everyone must cover themselves up wearing black gowns and a purdah before leaving the grounds. She made sure she brought her cash and held it tight so she doesn't lose it.

Her friend moved away so that she would not be captured in frozen time. She move to a different bench as another girl in the same gown and purdah takes the picture. There were many girls gathered there waiting for the van that will be transporting them to the city for a day. Murmurs could be heard all around. Talks about the latest beauty products could be heard. They all spoke in very low voices as they were trained not to be heard.

Poem - From Imaginary Friend...

Helpless

Thirty days and thirty nights,
finally I've arrived home,
I've been pushed around at sea left and right,
until now I've been all alone.

From here I can see them,
they look like my family but they're not,
I wonder where I am?
It's been too long, I think I have rot.

Here I am,
being washed up the beach,
rolling on the sand,
a new home I have reached.

Thirty days and thirty nights,
since I first landed on the sands,
I used to be afraid of heights,
I'm so glad I'm on land.

They stand tall close to each other,
dancing to the wind,
I wonder how the got here?,
in the sands they've been pinned.

*Work in progress*

Poem - Postcard To My Imaginary Boss..

Leave Me Alone

I ran away,
away from all the work and errands,
I'm here to stay,
stay on this peaceful little island.

Stop calling my cell,
I'm having my massage,
far away from hell,
it's almost like a mirage.

Reschedule your own meetings,
and pick up your own mail,
get your own drinks,
let's see you keep a smile.

I've work my butt off for too long,
I deserve this break,
I'm listening to

*Not done yet*

Poem - Postcard From Pa..

To Inspire

Look at your Pops boy,
I used to be groovy,
I spent my life with full of joy,
I swore I was in a movie.

I loved to dance,
hard to believe I know,
I did it every time I had the chance,
it was what helped me grow.

I put my entire heart in dancin',
that's how I became so good,
they used to call me Mr.Icin',
that always got me in the mood.

I danced hard to the groove,
that's how I met your Ma,
she always admired my moves,
now I have her heart.

Put your heart into everythin' you do,
that's how you get inspired,
you'll only look like a fool,
if you don't light the fire.

Poem - Postcard To Ma...

My Wooden Legs

Look at me Ma,
look at the way I move,
I can dance now, like Pa,
my legs ain't no longer made of wood.

I dance a lot,
but I do it alone,
I know I ain't hot,
but I'm sure well known.

At home I'm call wooden legs,
that's a'coz I couldn't dance,
but now I never take breaks,
from my midnight chants.

No one can keep up with me,
they call fast Lance,
with that I have to agree,
no couple could outshine me in any dance.

I keep cloths clean white,
white as pearl too,
coz when I'm dance with all my might,
I shine like the moon.

Poem - A Personal Exclusive Place...

Crumbs On The Floor

There were crumbs on the floor,
crumbs from the last tea time,
it was never there before,
the crumbs were none of mine.

Several makciks came for tea,
they were in the living room,
they sat in the sofas with Ummi,
I better go get the broom.

After the makciks went home,
the living room floor was mine again,
at night I lie on it alone,
it has been mine since I don't know when.

I've never had my own bed,
nor have I ever had my own bed room,
it's alright I always said,
I might get one soon.

Until then, this floor is my nest,
this floor is my dining table,
this floor is my study desk,
and this floor is where I watch cable.

9 Items (class activity)

The Nine Items:

• Dusty radio*
• Rugby ball*
• Fortune-telling cards*
• Leather jacket*
• Business card*
• Silver locket with inscription*
• Bottle of herbal medicine*
• Jar of sharpened pencils*
• Brand new laptop*

*I feel a bit creative today, so I thought I would write a new description of a character using
these items*

Eric came home on his David Harley after a week being away. He parked his bike inside the garage. He entered his house through the door in the garage which led to his kitchen. He put his bag on the dining table beside the bottle of herbal medicine he had gotten from his previous travels to India. He hung his leather jacket on the cloth and gave it a pat for its loyalty. He limped through the living tripping over a rugby ball then collapse onto the sofa.

He took out a business card from is pocket that he had gotten from his latest trip. As he looked at the card, he held and caressed a silver locket around his neck. It had inscriptions on it which spelled the same name as the one on the card. Then put away the card and went to his bag to take out his brand new laptop to plan his next trip for more inspiration.

He sat at his sketch table that had a jar of sharpened pencils on it. He always kept his pencils sharpened just in case he get any ideas for his art. Also on the table, was a dusty radio that was never turned on since after she had left.

Who would have thought he would ever see her again and in China too. She had given him a deck of fortune-telling cards to remember her by, other than the silver locket that he had worn for so long.