Once upon a time,
in the island of Borneo,
An ancient site lies at hill’s shoulder and plateau,
Her settlers were blessed,
With earth’s plentiful harvest,
And the leadership of the wisest of wisest.

Kulow was his name,
A headman of great renown,
Whose wisdom and kindness was oft-sought and well-known,
And through his guidance,
His people grew prosperous,
At hill’s shoulder and plateau of envied riches.

But in jealous eyes,
Of those whom were found wanting,
They plotted, they waited, their prey unsuspecting,
To steal all their wealth,
and leave not a single thing;
From Kulow and his people, they planned on robbing…

This is the story,
Of a prosperous village,
As re-told by elders of the same heritage,
Of the great Kulow,
And how he lead his people,
Through times of merriment, hardship and renewal.

Read more of this tale in Lifeinborneo.com.

A picture is worth
A thousand words,
They say that often, independant of occasion,
And at times bring mirth
Like an angel’s verse,
To have your photo taken with beautiful women.

See more eye candies
In this link here,
Photos taken meant to evoke admirations,
A night’s reveries
Can be found there,
Oh, May will be full of festive celebrations.

How odd of us to place a value,
Upon a figure framed by a note,
To not possess it simply won’t do -
We needed it just like a lifeboat.

As much as I disdain this worship,
Refrain I could not from not wanting,
To own these papers prone to courtship,
By those who prey on greedy yearning.

And yet our lives revolve around it,
This system made by capitalist,
It fuels our city’s silver heartbeat,
With all the merchants which it consist.

With my account today replenished,
It filled the nooks of my heart with glee,
But once all those papers diminished,
Only the month’s end would uplift me.

What a vicious circle.