I'm Your Patient

I'm Your Patient
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 31st December 2013, Tuesday, 7:28 a.m.-7:40 a.m., in my rented room, K.L., emotional and cramp...

I'm your patient,
So very ancient;
I'm your resuscitation,
I'm your patience,
I'm your clarification,
I don't know distance;
I give you my life,
I give you my all,
And all I got is a false call,
No, you treat me right;
Till I'm out of sight,
How I wished to imply,
That you're not mine,
Why do things have to be so cold?
Why can't old be gold?
Why do I tear, when you're not here?
Why do I hope for you to be near?
Is this some kind of craze?
Like I'm stuck in a maze?
Lost in your embrace?
All I hear is praise?
But I don't deserve that raise?
Where is this place?
What do I chase?
I see life amazed,
Right timing in God's grace;
Let me be the storyteller,
Let me be the retailer,
All memories stored in me,
I silently set free;
Oh, airplane bring me,
Where am I meant to be?
Dealing melancholy,
On God's land holy;
I'm your patient,
Yet you don't know I've injured.

Your Heart of Rhyme

Your Heart of Rhyme
Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 21st December 2013, Saturday, 12:32 a.m.-2:17 a.m., In Rented Room, A Special Dedication to the One Girl Simon Deeply Loves

"Give me your hand,
You don't have to stare;
This I want you to wear,
A knot of our love band."

There are many words said,
How much that we create;
I strongly believe in fate,
True feeling won't easily fade.

It was 26th August 2010,
Started as a mere friend;
Soon after it became grand,
I chose you to comprehend.

I apologize for the long distance,
Didn't it make our hearts go fonder?
Love doesn't only mean presence,
It carries sunshine, rain, and thunder.

Destinations of Malaysia to India,
My soul remained here;
It was true that I drank beer,
But I never forgot my familia.

A photo speaks a thousand words,
How many have we taken towards?
Countless like the spots on leopards,
It shows love grows though it hurts.

I admit I spent more time on me,
I admit I didn't provide security;
I admit I enjoyed the music party,
I admit I smoked yet I didn't like it.

Bibi, do you remember our outings?
First, it was you that made all happened;
I so treasure all of our precious datings,
I'm certain that to you I propose as a husband.

Let bygones be bygones,
A rose is beautiful but it has thorns;
I want to be with you every dawns;
I promise you; I carry no big horns.

Our "Q & S Forever,"
You're my Passionflower;
Also my red and purple,
I'm your Clover and maple.

Love has its own language,
Where there's a wound;
There's a bandage,
Oh, Bibi, I wanna meet you soon.

The things you've done for me,
Carving my name into your body;
Finding your own sweet berries,
I hope to write more sweet stories.

There is no anyone other,
You have my pride and time;
May our love journey go farther,
I dance in your heart of rhyme.

The Lady Behind the "J"

Dear all,

Greetings.

Just last year, upon Prof.'s advice, I wrote a poem about VJ and she knew and read it. It's still a draft until she allows and approves it to be official. I respect her decision as this poem is all about her and her passion for music. She said that she would send me her edited version but if I'm not wrong, I didn't receive any email (reply) from her till today. I feel that it's time to release this poem, which I personally think that it can be published in USM Jazz Times newsletter if Fong Wan wants it to. It's really up to you but I hope that it's okay for me to post here. Sharing is blessing and caring and thank you so much for everything. I've graduated and left USM, so really thank you so much once again for accepting and publishing my poem previously (as I love writing poetry). May you be inspired by this masterpiece of mine and all the best, guys!

Have a great Sunday ahead and truly be inspired by her! Thank you so much, VJ for everything! You're the best!

Blessed and Happy Deepavali!

Yours sincerely,
Jen or Jenny (as how she addresses me)

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The Lady Behind the "J"

31st March 2012, Saturday, 6:42 p.m.-6:50 p.m.
Introduction

A feminist of rhyme,
A woman of dime;
She is today 39,
She is a good friend of mine.

Only known to me as VJ,
The saxophone she played;
It's her dream and passion,
Nothing on fame and fashion.

From the V to the J

31st March 2012, Saturday, 6:57 p.m.-7:02 p.m.

Every note is a serenade,
It is never too late;
Failure is a lesson,
Age is not a reason.

9th April 2012, Monday, 10:01 p.m.-10:02 p.m.

One Teh-O,
And one Milo;
And I was like, "Oh!"
I didn't know a mamak can be so stylo!

9th April 2012, Monday, 9:00 p.m.-9:37 p.m.

For our first dinner,
We went to Kayu at Bukit Jambul;
Seriously memang sedap betul!
We took a second order!

Chapati with chicken curry,
Truly original and spicy;
Then with dal added into the picture,
Roti canai was served with texture.

She is one cheerful person I know,
A happy persona with a glow;
A USM graduate who studied Bio,
She remembers one's Birthday via bio.

She is blessed with nice people around her,
Her family and friends are all together;
Seeing her smile and full of laughter,
I can see that music also makes her life better.

Soon she will register,
An exam that will challenge her higher;
Towards a future brighter,
Let's wait for the result either in August or September.

She loves and appreciates music,
So much that she even has her own saying;
"Start your day with music,
Feel your day with music,
End your day with music,"
Even by just listening to it;
You can feel the adrenaline,
That makes you want to be a part of it.

Before she said this saying,
She has another sharing;
"Every musician can be a driver,
But not every driver can be a musician,"
Which I find it extremely true,
Because the talents are already in you;
Witnessing her driving while saying it,
I find her being positive in every single thing.

Here I would like to wish her,
All the very best!
In her Grade 3 exam later,
I am sure she will pass this test!

Rhythm is one tough obstacle,
But with many teachers around her;
Spending time for music isn't a trouble,
Theory lessons will make practical easier.

She is a single lady,
Walking on the street;
I am very full already,
Thank you so much for your treat!

31st March 2012, Saturday, 6:50 p.m.-6:57 p.m.
Conclusion

What a wonderful day!
With her story so inspiring;
Here I am concluding,
She is the lady behind the "J".

Worlds Apart? No.

Worlds Apart? No.:

4^th month poem’s idea title: 4^th October 2012 (7:46 p.m.)

Start: 10^th October 2012 (6:57 p.m.-8:06 p.m.)

A warm love dedication to علی عزیزم

Written originally by Jenni

سلام عزيزم,

خوبی?

من خوب نیستم,

My lion, deer is unhappy.

I don’t know where to start,

Or rather how to start;

Give me some time to write,

Just now I’ve already cried.

I always get to see the airplane,

Each time I always call upon you;

I’d walk behind it wishing it’ll bring me to another place,

The place, where I could start anew.

Growing up isn’t easy,

As I entered the society;

Food isn’t as tasty but spicy,

I began to forget the true meaning of the filial piety.

It’s okay if my employer doesn’t respect me,

I shake silently;

Nodding and apologizing,

That’s my routine with stairs running.

Honey,

We haven’t talked for so long;

I’m sorry for my wrong,

Your space and time are for your family.

Tears, please stay,

Heart, please pray;

Face, please be gay,

Oh no, it’s a rainy day.

I wish to find back my childhood girl,

The one, who is as fair as pearl;

She is… where?

Airplane, please take me there.

Maybe I should work with flowers and animals instead,

Through rain and shine;

They remain lovely, gentle, and kind,

They don’t have questions in each head.

Joyful Jennifer,

The girl of laughter;

The girl of smile sweeter,

Why do I make myself suffer?

How do I make myself better?

What do I fear?

Why do I fear?

Do people enjoy making money?

Money isn’t my priority;

I’m not enjoying my salary,

I save and spend necessarily.

This life is full of materials,

Almost like television serials;

Mountains of deals during sales,

Environment saving, each fails.

I want a change,

I’m myself to blame;

I need a new range,

I don’t want any fame.

25 years of me,

Seeing people around me;

Some sad, some happy,

Some just shabby.

I’m weak,

I’m lonely;

My energy,

I seek.

My body,

My temple;

My lady,

My battle.

A lost of 9-11 kg,

A change of closet and lingerie;

Now I’m a 32C or D,

I was told not to go thinner or else no more size for me.

Listening to the radio,

Reading novel after novel;

Both do carry me away,

Drifting into the sea and bay.

I miss my younger self,

Confident and resilient;

Now I wish to be blind and deaf,

I’m only a mortal and not permanent.

God will take me someday,

Forever is nothing;

Nothing is forever,

My life I lay,

My sins I condemn and repent.

My dream,

Contributing to society;

I write and not build a beam,

My imaginary is my cruelty.

I’ve been too lengthy,

I’ve to face guilt and reality;

I want you to be healthy,

You’re my everything, my possibility, and desirability.

Continued: 11^th October 2012 (7:30 a.m.-7:51 a.m.)

I’m currently reading “Septembers of Shiraz”,

Written by Dalia Sofer;

If only I’m as talented as Jason Mraz,

A Film Novelist, Jennifer.

Are we worlds apart?

نه عزیزم;

You’re always in my heart,

I’ll wait for you to say, “.من برگشتم”

I need to prepare for work again,

I shall move into the International House;

No pain no gain,

Before April big rat will be closer to small mouse.

Jia Min will be helping me,

Applying a room under her name;

I’ll do the payment monthly,

She’s with her Uncle and family once she came.

How are you there?

Do I make you happy?

Let’s care and share,

From the brain to the heart to the tummy.

I miss you,

I want and need you;

I’ve been waiting for you for so long,

Being in love trains one to be strong.

Take good care,

My dearest darling baby;

A great person like you is rare,

Hugs and kisses from me, your baby.

Continued: 11^th October 2012 (7:15 p.m.-7:29 p.m.)

I miss being solely a full-time student,

My face is really that evident;

Wearing casual smartly with plain confident,

Isn’t that being a Univ. resident?

I was walking in campus,

Today during working hours;

Nature heals me,

I must remember, who I am inside me.

I may quit this job,

But it may not happen after all;

I’ll stand firm and not sob,

I need my life to roll like a ball.

Positivity,

I’ve found it;

I’m healing,

I’m happy.

Time will pass,

Tears will dry;

Things won’t last,

Feelings don’t hide.

Deer misses lion so much,

Thank you for letting me greet your family;

May all be healthy, merry, and happy,

From Malaysia, hugs and kisses of muacks and much.

Continued: 12^th October 2012 (12:37 a.m.-12:41 a.m.)

, jan- عزیزم علی

You’re my happiness;

You’re my only one,

I’ll give you what you deserve.

Remember we talked about outing?

Traveling and visiting places?

For you I’ll be waiting,

I’m ready to be with you through all phases.

End [Proofreading and editing]: 12^th October 2012 (11:17 p.m.)

Your Hand in Mine

Your Hand in Mine:

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen (Deer), 9^th September 2012, Sunday, 12:33 a.m.-break-2:30 a.m. (An additional time is required), Room 319, Block H06, Desasiswa Bakti Permai, Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM), a Love Dedication to Azizam Ali (Lion) on the 14^th September 2012, Friday, the Third Month since 14^th June 2012, 7:46 p.m., As the Mixed Cultures Love Diary Spread Its Wings…

Tick a tock,

Tock a tick;

I miss our talk,

Life isn’t just a click.

23^rd August,

My tears burst;

You’re always the first,

You hydrate my thirst.

It’s already September,

And I’m still somber;

How you taught me to be strong,

I’ll wait for you no matter how long.

I was at the cinema,

Saw a golden citizen couple;

Hand in hand to watch a movie without dilemma,

Age is truly just a number.

Baby,

I miss you;

Laying beside me,

I wanna kiss you.

People say that love is blind,

Why is love blind?

Is love really blind?

I don’t think that love is blind,

Humans are blind,

Love isn’t blind;

For the love that I find,

He is one of a kind.

Your touch,

Your smell;

Your hug,

Your stories tell.

Azizam Ali,

My man that loves mint;

The distance is like an alley,

God keeps on giving me hint by hint.

Today marks the third month,

Your heart meets mine;

Your hand in mine,

Our journey lasts for a lifetime.

من رفتن به مرحله بعدی،

زندگی من؛

او زمانی که می توانید صورت خود را احساس می کنید؟

من نمی توانم بدون تو زندگی کنم.

I miss seeing with you the رنگین کمان,

Let our love be blessed by زمان.

No rush,

No judge;

No difference,

No separation.

Focus on the attractive and similarities,

Your and my unique abilities;

Each has priceless qualities,

In mind theories and practicalities.

My Destiny

My Destiny:

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen (Deer), 2^nd August 2012, Thursday, 12:41 a.m.-1:23 a.m., a Love Dedication to Azizam Ali (Lion) on 14^th August 2012, Tuesday, the Second Month since 14^th June 2012, As the Diary Spread Its Wings.

It’s too early to sleep tonight,

I’ve plenty of time during daylight;

I was hoping to see you in sight,

Because I know my feelings are right.

I’m so happy to have met you in my life,

Your world seems far apart;

But we will survive,

For we are close heart to heart.

How much longer should I wait and ponder?

Taking pictures together;

Be with each other,

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Ali Vafaei Zadeh,

Delam barat kheyli tang shodeh;

Tomorrow will be a fine day,

May our love story be gay.

Let future be future,

Our focus is on the present;

I’ve thought about it better,

It’s with you that I want my time to be spent.

Should I bother?

If I don’t get to be a wife and/or mother?

I’m a girl yet a woman,

I’m completed by your passion and affection.

Azizam,

Can you hear the beating drum?

My heart skipped a pump,

Whenever I have you around.

Trials and tribulations,

Trials and errors;

I’m growing stronger,

I won’t shed a tear.

There are things that I fear,

But life will be so much shorter;

If I’m not happier,

I need to level up my gear.

Acceleration on the go,

I just want you to know;

You’re my energy, too,

Right from the head to the toe.

It’s hard to believe to everybody,

But you have a trust in me;

Because you are my somebody,

You are my destiny.

I’m just a miniature,

Still have lots to venture;

Each moment I capture,

Welcome to my culture and structure.

Whatever comes our way,

We can make it through;

I’ll follow what you say,

For you speak the truth.

Words of wisdom,

And freedom;

Send me laughter,

Hug me tighter.

Transparency,

Intimacy;

Merci,

Chemistry,

Sexy,

Uneasy;

Memory,

Timing,

Waiting,

Philosophy;

Scenery,

Chatting.

It’s getting late,

Next challenge is Farsi;

In writing poetry,

8 hours of flight,

Won’t keep us away,

Will keep us awake;

I’ll wait and wait,

From day to day.

Asheghetam,

Azizam;

Have a safe journey mercy,

My warmest regards to your family.

1:25 a.m. Bonus stanza:

You’re the only man I kiss,

Your lips to my lips;

You’re a man of bliss,

You’re the only one I sleep with.