The trains today are empty
Seems like long weekend for almost everybody
Not for those on the train with me
Just another Monday unfortunately

Life is always high and low
There's always happiness and sorrow
We never know what will follow
Live for today, worry tomorrow

After beer at Golden Cafe
Off to K suites for sake
Time for some karaoke
To release those tensions away

Why is it called "So Easy"
When it make others angry
Rather a name that's silly
Such as "Dilly Dally"
Or better still "Drive me crazy"

Pop, jazz, dance, electronic
Figuring who listens to what music
Then came something more realistic
A "tune" that sounds and smells so gothic

Seems kinda funny
Got associated with aunties
Due to my slight OCD
Cos I do my own groceries
Do my own laundry
And buy household necessities

Today you would have been 77
But you have departed for 11
Still you are not forgotten
Wish you are well up in heaven
Happy Birthday Dad!

Waking up at the wee hours
As soreness and pain devours
Even dozed off in the shower
So sleepy in front of the computer

Early in the morning 4am
Shoulders start to feel the jam
As though someone gave me a slam
Or rather being charged by a ram

An interesting store called Daiso
Initially it's just another store you go
The things to buy you won't know
Till at the cashier the bill will then show

When things happen out of the blue
And more %#*@ follows in queue
We tend to get lost without a clue
Of the purpose in life to pursue

Recovering from shoulder strain
Much movement still gotta refrain
Why does the left start to feel pain
Have i accidentally hurt another vein

Is it really just a sprain
Trying hard to endure but in vain
The different positions sat and lain
Just couldn't ease the pain

Jia Liao bee hoon
Zuo mi gia Woon Woon
Presentation confirmed soon soon
Beh pio bo ah ne zhun

Familiar voices calling
Tolerance levels falling
Oh my, it's so tempting
As all around started cheering
Drinking! Drinking! Drinking!

You were not just a friend
An affinity none could understand
Brought joy to the merry men
And literally a lady's man
Rest in Peace, dear Ben

A short working week
Which everyone would seek
But Monday morning's still a peek
Shall let the rest of the day speak