The Creation (a poem from a friend)

In the same notepad, I was gladly surprised to found this poem the most! I wrote the first 8 lines. A friend read it and secretly finished it with her own twist. Then she wrote it in my notepad. How funny it was to look back and remember what we were like back then!

I laughed and fell out of my seat by the time I finished reading it! It's not not funny hilarious, it's insider's joke type of funny.

The Creation
Shaz da' Mafia, 1997

If I peep through my bedroom window
A huge tower invites me
Inside it lived four widows
Which makes the tower more eerie

When the full moon reflects in the lake
And the howling of wolves you can hear so well
A pot of hot soup they will make
They'll begin their chant of spells from hell
The vulture flew high like gell
And the mouse ready to ring the bell
When the owl made its move and fell

The wicked witch just smiled
That you can see it for a mile
The face that you have never seen before
So scary like a lion that roars

The pot started to bubble
The witch started to mumble
The green liquid turned into something
That can make you feel like you have been sting

Raise a weird figure
That the witch wanted to transfer
It's only Ida who changed old
And make the wizard sit tight and stroll. . .

My Mission Statement

My Mission Statement

by idaXu

Monday, 18 January, 2010 4:04:00 PM

Live

I want to live my life to the fullest.

Try legal things I have never tried before.

Try things I’m afraid to do.  

Go to places I’ve never been to. 

Learn

Learn about things I don't know. 

I will continue to learn by helping people learn new things. 

Share my experience with others that will benefit me and them.

Inspire people to learn 

because the learning process is a beautiful process.

I love the feeling I get when I finally understand something

I love to see the sparkle in a person eyes when they finally got it. 

I will continue to learn until the day I die.

I will never end up a grumpy old lady who has to depend on others, ignorant, and a burden. 

Love

Love myself. 

Surround myself with people who love me as I am. 

Leave a legacy of people loving life and love to learn

another long lost poem : Chinadoll

After reading this poem, I am sure these collection of poem is from 1998 unlike my previous guess which was 1997. I know that this poem was written in 1998 because I know who Chinadoll and Queen of Hearts were! I wish them all the happiness in the world, er but not together!

Chinadoll

by idaXu Rais

like a little china doll

an absolute princess of fragile

standing high reaching the sky

can't touch it no more

can't hold it no more

no matter how hard i've tried

it used to be in my precious hands

it used to be near me

all the time

never thought that was all that i wanted the most

now

she is standing on the top shelf

the top shelf of the Queen of Hearts

so tall 

it makes me feel so small

but never fear, my sweet Chinadoll

for i will find a ladder

and keep you in my hands once again! 

another long lost poem : Blackrose

Here's another one of the poems that was in my long lost notepad. I have forgot that these poems existed! 

Blackrose

by IdaXu Rais

if friends are like flowers

i know you will pick me

cause i'm a black rose

rare, mysterious and prickly thorny

                   your tender... .

                   your love... .

                   your care... . 

                   showered me night and day

                   day and night i felt blessed

but now... .

here i lay in this lonely vase

untouched... .

uncared... .

anymore... .

but freedom never shall i desire

cause a flower can never have another life

after the vase!

long lost poem, found! : Blackrose II

This poem was in my long lost notepad I found recently. I have forgot that these poems existed! Based on my handwriting  what my friends wrote for me in it, most likely it was 1997, during my high school years, hence the trying-too-hard-to-be-cool language, hahaha. I went crazy with the dot dot dot (full stop symbol). I edited them a wee bit, well, because I can.

Blackrose II

by IdaXu Rais

i used to have a necklace like this
 but it was all black
and there were a chain under the rose.

if you pick a black rose

be careful with your hands, my love

you'll never know what's behind it's beauty

if you pick it for it's mystery

the horns will cut you deeply

if you pick it for it's unique passion

the cut will slit open

and if you pick it for the world discovery

the thorns are stings like poison ivy

but if you pick it because of love

you won't mind the people, the pain and the poison!