Elastically Plastic:

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 18th November 2011, Friday, 1:06 a.m.-2:09 a.m., Middle Room.

It is time for shopping,

Ought to buy something;

Intense lingerie that is fitting,

Other people are busy packing.

When I see a plastic bag,

I see myself bouncing.

Hello, I am a plastic,

From flesh to elastic;

I don’t feel any unique,

I don’t like my physique.

I am not myself anymore,

I can’t own the child I was before;

I begin to believe in folklore,

Silly silicone is now my pore.

I can’t turn back,

It’s too far and unreached;

It’s all because of stupid ass Jack,

I literally practiced what he preached.

From barely an A to D,

From a flat model to Pamela Anderson;

My money is gone already,

Am I attractive enough for Robert Pattinson?

My society,

It is so hard to live;

Cruelty,

It is so easy to conceive.

I am no real human,

I am a fake;

Even my smile is a fake,

I am no happy woman.

Tell me about backache,

Tell me about heartache;

How am I going to tell my child?

On why was I so wild?

I realized I am pregnant,

Jack achieved what he obsessed;

The memory was poignant,

My double Ds and single V he messed.

He is so irresponsible,

He left me on the table;

He thought he was capable,

He thought his milk was controllable.

Now I am worried about my own milk,

Pity my baby;

My tummy as smooth as silk,

A boy, could it be?

I am only twenty three,

A single mother to be;

I will tell him the truth when he is twenty,

When he is ready to hear that he has a Daddy.

Why twenty?

Because I was mature when I was twenty;

I would be twice older than him,

A perfect scenario it would seem.

I don’t think I’ll breastfeed,

I’ll feel very guilty;

I wish my nipples to be as dry as seaweed,

I don’t want him to search any when he’s hungry.

Now I’ve the biggest D in my life,

Or you can also say reversed C;

This stage I’ve to strife,

Jack is no use, you see.

I hope my baby will be here before 2012,

I hope there’ll be no 2012;

He deserves to see the world,

It is actually beautiful like a pearl.

I confirmed my name, Jill and I just had my ultrasound scan,

Dr. Billy said, “Congratulations, it’s a twin of XX and XY!”

My reaction was, “Damn!

Lord, me? Why?”

Two of little Jack and Jill,

Please don’t be like big Jack and Jill;

(20 x 2) = 40,

It’s like explaining to the child I wanted to be.

I want them to bury me,

I don’t want to pollute the Mother Earth;

She knows the plastic me,

She saw me became an official one in Perth.

Jack is now in jail,

Not in me, Jill;

His gun won’t kill,

For him, I won’t bail.

My 3-Ds are swelling,

Ouch, time is ticking!

My babies are singing,

Other women are vomiting.

When I see a paper bag,

I see myself falling. 

Penyapu Halal:

Ilham Asli oleh Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 17 November 2011, Khamis, 9:04 malam-9:42 malam, Bilik Tengah.

Indah khabar daripada rupa,

Kata-katamu kau sudah lupa;

Kata ingin jadi bapa,

Kata suka dipanggil Papa.

Kau ingat kau hebat,

Dapat tandingi Hang Jebat;

Padahal takut hujan lebat,

Kilat, petir semua terlibat.

Senang-senang kau masuk keluar rumah,

Bilang setuju untuk kasi tolong gua;

Namun setiap hari buat gua marah,

Kau mahu gua cepat tua?

Makin hari makin banyak sampah,

Memang bikin menyampah;

Kerja di luar sama dengan rumah-bah,

Orang di luar pun tolong kutip sampah.

Apabila gua tiada,

Lagi kau menjadi-jadi;

Semua kotor sini sana,

Harapkan gua bersihkan ketika kembali.

Kau bisa tak kotakan janji-janjimu?

Nampaknya gua juga satu;

Mudah saja percaya padamu,

Hari-hari gua tak lari macam andartu.

Abang,

Penyapu itu halal;

Tak berdosa, Bang,

Muka Abang berapa tebal?

Kau sentuh ia sekali pun tidak,

Perangai macam pula budak;

Tapi duri kau setajam Si Landak,

Lepaskan geram secara mendadak.

Kerja rumah kau tak buat,

Harapkan saja gua yang buat;

Kini gua sudah meluat,

Tengok tong sampah dua minggu melimpah tak muat.

Kau ingat gua ni siapa?

Gua lihat diri tak macam dilamun cinta;

Tapi macam wanita luka,

Gua amatlah berdukacita.

Habis, kau tak nak sumbang itu kenapa?

Di luar rumah tak penat tapi balik penat?

Jangan lupa gua juga ada keluar bekerja,

Tetapi ketika balik, hati mesti rasa tenat.

Badan gua ni sakit semacam,

Akibat sapu, mop, macam-macam;

Gua baru bersihkan semalam,

Hari ni kau buang basi punya kuih talam.

Semut semua benci pada gua,

Tak henti-henti panjat kaki gua;

Tak hendak lepaskan kulit gua,

Gua terpaksa menentang gua.

Kau mahu gua bikin diri cantik,

Kau suka lihat gua romantik;

Tapi cinta gua sudah tak berputik,

Gua diselubungi bau busuk saban detik.

Sudahlah, Bang,

Gua sudah letih;

Cukuplah, Bang,

Cari wanita putih.

Indah khabar daripada rupa,

Salah gua pandang lelaki macam kamu;

Gua nda mahu jadi gila,

Sukar betul ingin hidup bersamamu.

Selamat tinggal gua ucapkan,

Ini rumah sudah gua bersihkan;

Selepas ini, entah siapa yang tolong lapkan,

Dikerana dikau bukan bakal suami yang gua sangka-harapkan.

I Know

I Know:

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 17th November 2011, Thursday, 2:58 a.m.-Break-12:12 p.m.-1:04 p.m., Middle Room.

I know the sky is blue,

I know the tree is green;

I know past fly is flew,

I know dirty is unclean.

I know the hierarchy,

I know the monarchy;

I know the melancholy,

I know the monopoly.

I know algebra,

I know zebra;

I know nude bra,

I know film Gubra.

I know history,

I know geography;

I know topography,

I know mandatory.

I know entertainment,

I know parliament;

I know badminton,

I know Bill Clinton.

I know manners,

I know attitude;

I know tolerance,

I know aptitude, solitude, latitude, longitude, magnitude, and multitude.

I know fight for rights,

I know what is right;

I know my customs and rites,

I know what are left and right.

I know we are all humans,

I know shapes and sizes;

I know discriminators,

I know dramatizers.

That I find hard to know,

It is not a subject in the know;

Schools covered from me to know,

This illness I find I need to know.

Of all the things I learn and know,

They apply the same as all people I know;

Yet, we don’t get to practice what we know,

We are judged for what we don’t know.

How would I know?

I would surely know;

If there is a kind Angel I know,

To tell me the future I don’t know.

I am now to know,

My body that I already know;

Is it so an eyesore for the people I begin to know?

They seem to care so less of all of the knowledge that I know.

A society of the know and don’t know,

I know what I know;

But I don’t know,

Why this I don’t want to know?

A firm I know,

A cert I know;

A confirm I know,

A desert I know.

Don’t judge a book by its cover, I know,

Time and tide wait for no man, I know;

Practice what you preach, I know,

Mind your own business, do we know?

This world of men that I know,

Is now the world that I don’t know?

I am in fact short and fat, I know,

I just pretend that I don’t know.

Brain versus beauty, I know,

Lucky versus unlucky, I know;

Accept you for who you are, I know,

Beautiful or ugly, I don’t know.

The people I know,

The family I know;

The love I know,

The hatred I don’t know.

Out of home that I know,

Challenges are yet to know;

Until I am judged for what I knew and know,

Not even the knowledge that I worked to know.

My eyes see the faces I know,

And the ones I don’t know;

Equal is same, I know,

Judged men like my case, please, I would really like to know.

Terasa Ingin Dibasahi Hujan

Terasa Ingin Dibasahi Hujan

Ilham Asli oleh Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 31 Oktober 2011, Isnin, 10:13 pagi-10:43 pagi, Pusat Pengajian Komunikasi, Universiti Sains Malaysia, Pulau Pinang

Ku berdiri di tengah-tengah jalan,

Ku lihat dari kiri ke kanan;

Ku menatap wajah-wajah berlainan,

Ku terasa ingin dibasahi hujan.

Ya Tuhan,

Betapa kita berjauhan;

Ku mohon beribu-ribu ampunan,

Dosa-dosa kita yang berlimpahan.

Kejahatan,

Kezaliman;

Keegoan,

Kematian.

Biarlah titisan-titisan badai berlinangan,

Membasahi segala ketidaksempurnaan;

Biarlah lantai tar itu bersalut kehitaman,

Janji hati kita itu kembali putih kejernihan. 

"Behold the Dragon!"

“Behold the Dragon!”

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 23^rd October 2011, Sunday, 9:52 p.m.-10:48 p.m., In My Middle Room, U.H., Penang, Specially Dedicated to Peter Soh Weng Khai

As the airplane flew by,

As my dream came by;

I wish I can fly,

So high to touch the sky.

When I was younger,

A brother to my lovely sister;

Being a humble student,

I have a statement.

I was deserted,

Very much isolated;

Call me blacklisted,

It made me unwanted.

I had no friend,

To befriend;

They saw me as an ant,

They said I can’t.

I thought,

I am being who I am;

I bought,

I am in the midst of a traffic jam.

I need to release myself,

For I am being myself;

No more labeling,

No more self-battling.

I keep my mind straight,

Even up-to-date;

Hopefully the lucky number eight,

Will give me good fate.

From primary to secondary,

I saw improvements in my studies;

From secondary to tertiary,

I have proven I can handle this.

A bit of a flashback,

When I was a prefect;

I was attacked,

In this world who is perfect?

It was so bad,

I had to clean up the mess;

The words were so bad,

They appeared in my class after recess.

FYI,

I am nothing like that;

Look at me in the eye,

Apologize for insulting my Mom and my Dad.

I am in this world,

Because of them;

I am a boy not a girl,

You better say sorry to them.

Speaking of them,

I have a story to tell;

My Mom and my Dad,

My heart lives in them.

My Mom is from Ipoh,

People call her leng loi;

People there are not gopoh,

Even Lat set Ipoh for Town Boy.

My Mommy got married to my Daddy,

When she was sixteen;

From Ipoh to the Malacca Street,

People call her sweet.

A talented lady is she,

Especially in embroidery;

Sewing for everyone kasut manek,

Also to my late beloved nenek.

She knows the Peranakan culture so well,

You can see it in her cooking style;

A true housewife is she,

I can say she is my father’s blessing.

Now forty six,

Happy to mix;

Married for thirty years,

You can see the joy in her tears.

Recently she sews for me,

A goldfish kasut manek;

It reminds me of Aunty Kim,

There is this popular goldfish motive I did not take.

My Mom sews it for my graduation,

How thoughtful of her!

She even got me a MP3 for relaxation,

It is to let me know I am with her.

Since I already got my peacock done,

I requested for one;

If my Mom gets to find it,

I will sew another beaded shoe for me!

My second kebaya is almost ready,

It will be ever so green;

Do not ever think that I am greedy,

It is to make me grin.

There is a story behind it,

And I shall end this poem with it;

The motive is dragon green,

That is why I said I would grin.

It shows the bravery in me,

It shows the dancer in me;

I am as fierce as it is,

I am as flexible as it is.

So this is my real life story,

From my childhood till tertiary;

Nothing is easy,

And I am not lazy.

                                                                                                 

Do not test my patience,

Or I will put you into dungeons;

I would say, “Behold the dragon!”

Even if you are in Copenhagen! 

A Lullaby for My Child

A Lullaby for My Child: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 23^rd October 2011, Sunday, 9:43 a.m.

My baby,

My baby;

Don’t you cry.

My baby,

My baby;

Don’t you cry.

Don’t you cry,

Cheer up yourself;

Smile like how you do.

Think of joy,

And nothing else;

Mommy is here for you. 

Memory of A Lifetime (Edited)

Memory of A Lifetime

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 14/11/2005, Monday, 9:52p.m.; Edited on 30/05/2009, Saturday, 8:52p.m. and 16/10/2011, Sunday, 4:34 p.m. by Jennifer Soh Li Wen

When I look at you,

From the very first day;

You never seem the same,

Changed to suit your fame,

You have got the name,

And I’m so ashamed;

Trust me it’s true,

‘Cause I never felt that way.

You showed us your abilities,

And all your creativities;

Born to be a full-time wannabe,

You are all everyone wanna see,

Getting all the attention,

What’s left to be?

There’s nothing about confusion,

‘Cause this is what salvation brings.

Having people to admire,

I know this is what you desire;

Not a single trial,

Your heart’s already on fire,

You are ready to give it a go,

Wanting to fill your hunger;

Don’t worry,

Your journey is getting longer,

Being what you wanna be,

I wanna congratulate you;

‘Cause you have made it, baby!

Having seen everything so worthwhile,

This should be your memory of a lifetime;

Keeping everything alive,

You have made yourself shine,

In front of many eyes,

Setting them on cloud nine;

Proud to say that you’re mine,

Let’s celebrate with a glass of wine.

I heard that people are afraid of revelation,

Is it reality or just an imagination?

When and how is it going to happen?

Everyone would just guess and wonder,

But to you I’ll always ponder,

‘Cause you’ll always be the one I’d look after;

Allow me to be your perfect lover,

I’ll always serve you with bread and butter,

And I pray that we will be happy together.