Snowy Rhapsody

Snowy Rhapsody
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, Rooms Executive, Capella Singapore, an ordinary girl with big dreams from Malaysia, 18th May 2014, Sunday, 1:39 a.m.-2:21 a.m., in the shuttle going back home after work, Specially dedicated to Mr. Dale Butler and Alia

Dear Mr. Dale and Alia,
2014 is indeed a good year;
Even better than a chandelier,
Meeting you my world is merrier.

I remember when you first came,
The smiles till today are the same;
Mr. Dale, Alia, and Jennifer by name,
Shaking hands I treasure in a frame.

I'm happy to be able to be there,
You're my best guests that I care;
I apologize my knowledge is rare,
I'm like the tortoise rather than hare.

Thinking you'll be leaving,
Makes me feel like weeping;
You're so good and kind to me,
I wish to dedicate to you a melody.

Thank you for sharing your lifestyle,
Thank you for sharing your happiness;
I know I'm nothing like your profile,
I appreciate you allow me to witness.

My life has been a struggle,
Until now I still have to juggle;
I'm crying now but I'll feel better,
I need to let it out and not stumble.

There are many staffs in here,
It's dark that they can't hear;
Whatever that I now tear,
I promise with you I'll cheer.

Alia, thank you,
You're so beautiful;
I'm still very new,
Your guide is thoughtful.

Mr. Dale, thank you,
Your experience so fruitful;
You've made it through,
Congratulations on being successful!

I love talking to you,
I knew I must wait for you;
You came and I thank you,
For allowing me to assist you.

It's a long way before I reached home,
Usually it'll be by 2:50 a.m.,
I hope not for later than that,
My feet hurt like being hit from a stone.

No matter who we are,
Where we come from;
A vehicle like a car,
Look forward and just go.

I want mixed marriage,
But I don't think I'll get it;
I find no man loving me,
I know that I lack image.

Failure after failure,
Everything is an adventure;
Both pleasure and pressure,
From immature to mature.

I hope to see you again,
London maybe I pray;
I'm in another shuttle now,
It's because I stay faraway.

My tears have dried up,
It's time for me to sleep;
I've written too much,
It must be tiring to read.

You're the first to know my novel,
I didn't share with guests other;
I'm glad you also love romance,
Without it, life won't be a dance.

I dream big for ORAG to be filmed,
In Hollywood if really possible;
I'm now writing my second backward sequel,
It's titled as "The Underground Daughter".

I need to close my eyes,
Both of you are so nice;
Have a safe journey mercy,
I'll surely miss you daily.

Nothing, Nothing

Nothing, Nothing 

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 12th May 2014, Monday, 1:52 a.m.-2:58 a.m., In the 1:30 a.m. shuttle tearing painfully on the way home from workplace

The virgin spoke to him, 

He invited generously;

She followed blindly,

Agreed to everything,

All that she did, 

Came up to nothing; 

If only he knew it, 

She really did love him, 

He left for his other lady, 

Although she was history;

He said she hurt her feet,

Went to her days of three,

How could I believe this?

Where is the sense to it? 

He left the country, 

Is he now back already? 

No contact, nothing,

I can't believe I gave him;

He doesn't love me,

He doesn't care for me,

Waiting so painfully, 

I met another him;

Thought he could be it, 

Ended up only sex it seemed,

Showing off his big dick,

Worried I couldn't fit in;

He wanted to see my pussy,

I decided to give up on him,

Now considering other ethnicity,

Is Asian still the best thing? 

How about my dream and fantasy? 

All destroyed just like this? 

26, 27, and counting,

I'm still waiting and waiting; 

This generation is so weird lately, 

All are just so blurry,

Maybe I'm just hungry,

Love is moving slowly;

A month passed blindly, 

Period should be coming,

Please stop worrying,

Affected by odd hours of working;

Now a virgin to a non already, 

In the end, left with nothing, nothing. 

Till I Met You, Baby

Till I Met You, Baby
Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 9th May 2014, Friday, 11:50 a.m.-12:09 p.m., in MRT train from Novena station to Dhoby Ghaut station and train toward Harbourfront station, Specially Dedicated to B., John, My Sweetheart from Australia

How long has it been?
How could it be;
That it took years long to meet,
Here standing on my feet,
I shall show no defeat,
Love isn't about greed;
You make my heartbeat,
So fast and skipping,
I can't wait for our first greet,
May chemistry and destiny lead;
In togetherness discussed-agreed,
Love is freed and be freed,
It has connected us in glee,
We do now know we're meant to be;
Mutual reminders unconditionally,
I'm yours and no one else already.