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No Standing, Please!

Tell you a little farcical act on a free shuttle bus. After I got on the bus, I made a semicircular glance for a vacant seat, and found only one at the back. Before I could sidle up there through a cramped aisle, my mobile rang suddenly. Picking it up, I heard my sister’s voice and chatted with her. So engrossed was I that I didn’t realise the bus was still stationary.  “Hello!” boomed a voice from the cab. It broke my conversation with her, I turned and saw the driver saying something about “No standing, please”! I smiled at the driver sheepishly and murmured a word of sorry. I guess I was caught on the hop, and that’d drawn many unwanted stares which also sent me scrambling up to a seat close to the driver offered by a “relenting” passenger. So embarrassed and comical I was! Ever felt so this way? Share with me your embarrassing moment. 
© Derrick Lim 

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Grief Knocks at our Doors…

To avoid pigeons flying over my head, I took the long route via arcing the path leading to the school. At the intersection point where the pavilion square overlooking the car park, a cropped hair Chinese girl was ululating with her arm round her mother’s while festinating towards the gate of the school. ‘Shadowing’ behind her, I saw her wiping off her tears while sobbing incessantly. Wondering what her grief was, I could see her mum’s silent protest in her hastening gait. While I was trying to take all that in, the girl suddenly freed her arm and charged ahead of her mum, who then followed suit. The story behind her grief was a mystery left undisclosed with their departure from sight. What an episode! This epiphany drew up a reflective thought in me — Life is not always plain sailing; grief does knock at our doors sometimes. 

© Derrick Lim 

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A Weary Soul Rhetoric

weary work, like stocks 

shackling my wandering feet

mind and soul likewise

decrying its slavish sting

yet nobody gives a hoot 

into a cocoon I turn

in a dungeon my soul bound

where darkness and rank reign 

in the cold incarceration

when would I be emancipated — a faint cry from within echos? 

where’s the key for my stocks?

when’s the turnkey coming — for the release I yearn so desperately?

yet not a flicker of light seen

at the end of the tunnel thus far

waiting, waiting and waiting… 

the lot I have to contend with

© Derrick Lim

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​The Garden Speaks! 

Stepping out of the lift, I see a stark contrast between the two lobby gardens: one is well-tended, thriving and flourishing in beauty and verve while the other is untended, filled with congeries of plants in disarray, and with quasi-gardening implements untouched and toppled pots left desolate. Taking all that in, a sudden thought conjured up in me: Doesn’t that reflect the kind of person one is? You’re either diligent or indolent; a connoisseur or smatterer–your choice to make!

© Derrick Lim 

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Jesus’ at the Door 

our difficult circumstances 

weigh us down 

but His Spirit lifts us up

our work wears us out

but His rest restores our strength 

a gale throws a curved ball at us

our course yaws despite ourselves 

our soul travails at its mercy 

yet when we clasp our hands in prayer unto Him

His swift response we see

like a father to his prodigal’s return 

there our bearings redefined 

in His arms, His love poured out 

salving our wounds within

then raring to go are we

in gratitude we set out 

in sprightliness again are we

© Derrick Lim 

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Ants Invasion!

Tell you something revolting this afternoon at lunch. Just when I forked up a honey-glazed chicken wing into my mouth, a colony of ants was seen crawling over the metal casserole! I cringed at its sight but with the wing still held between my teeth, as if the latter were still safe and untainted by its invasion. At the drop of a hat, I whisked the casserole off to the sink top, transferred its contents into an orange plastic plate and bam! the ants fled helter-skelter. In no time, they vanished like they had never appeared. Did I discard the wings? You tell me… 

© Derrick Lim 

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Sternutation Blight 

While savouring a platter of an omelette piece overlaying the  rice mound and a piece of grilled salmon along its side, I noticed a bespectacled Chinese woman busy nudging her four boyish tweeners to eat hurriedly. Transversely to the left of the bench table, I couldn’t help but notice an old man tucking into his food delightfully; presumably from his disposition, he seemed to be their grandfather. Back to my food, I took a mouthful piece of delectable grilled salmon.  

“Atishoo!” 

I looked up and saw a lady in cleaner’s garb sneeze right over the table with the four tweeners. 

“What!” I gasped in horror. 

The bespectacled woman looked agape in shock. Before she could even react, the cleaner simply walked off as if nothing had happened. Jolted back into reality, the beleaguered mother was peeved and frenetically frustrated! She was griping incessantly about the cleaner’s disgusted sternutation. Axiomatically, the food was in total ruin. Just when that was going on, the old man was nonchalantly revelling his food. A stark contrast in the turn of events where I saw no help rendered to the woman in distress. There I harrumphed at the sight of it. On second thoughts, I took my hat off to the motherly instinct exhibited by her when she promised her children to get other food in place of the ruined one. It was a sight that paid tribute to all women in general yesterday — the International Women’s day, I mused. 

© Derrick Lim 

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