Category: Wonderful Wuan

Poems For Wuan

When Wuan and I started dating about ten years ago, I wrote a number of poems that were dedicated to her. These poems were put up at Geocities and the website aptly titled “Poems for Wuan.” When I got my own domain name and hosting, I parked the website under the subdomain wuan.petertan.com.

A while later, I registered wuan.org and moved the site there. After I presented Wuan with a digital camera, the poems were taken down to make way for her photoblog called “Point and Shoot.” This photoblog is currently undergoing a facelift.

Since then, I have been wondering how I could put these poems back online again. I want the website for these poems to be a labour of love but I have yet to find the inspiration to create one. As such, I have decided to post these poems in this blog first until such a time I get down to building a permanent domain for them.

FIRST TIME

I can still remember
how you looked
the first time we met
that disarming smile
those gentle eyes
and lips so sweet
gosh
if only you are
the last I see
before I sleep
and the first
when I awake
I’d be happier
than pigs in a puddle.

Ten Years Of Loving And Still Counting

Ten years ago today, I travelled from Penang to Kuala Lumpur all by myself. It was an unprecendented journey as I had never travelled alone since my spinal cord injury. I was slated to spend three days and had arranged to meet some friends. We had met over the Internet in an IRC chatroom.

Most of all, I was prompted to make that journey to meet the one person that I had been chatting with in the same channel everyday for four months. I am glad I took up the courage to make that trip. We certainly have come a long way from that day when I nervously held on to the boarding pass at the airport, not knowing what would happen. I had no expectations whatsoever.

Ten years on now, we are basking in marital bliss. Ours is a story that I expected to happen only in a soap opera. She has given me so much joy since. I could not have asked for a better friend, confidant, lover, wife and everything in between. She is my pillar of strength. She is the wind beneath my wings. She is God-sent. Here is a toast to many more ten years for us!

Look Ma, I Got Chickenpox!

Up to last Wednesday, I thought I would never get infected with chickenpox. When I was a kid, Mum would make me play with the other neighbourhood kids whenever any of them got it. That did not work. For over three decades, that was reenacted over and over with nephews and nieces without success. Mum did say that the older I get chickenpox, the more miserable I would be. That was why she was in a hurry to get me infected. I, on the other hand, was beginning to believe that I was immune to it after all those failed attempts.

The rest is history not! I did get chickenpox. I am not sure if kids get off easier but I did have a hard time the whole week since the pesky little blisters appeared. It is a little ironic that for all the years that Mum tried to get me infected, she did not live to see this moment. Mothers are supposed to be around to see their children get chickenpox so that they can fuss over us with all the supersitions and taboos.

I am slightly disappointed by this break in tradition but I still need to get this off my chest: Look Ma! I got chickenpox! Yay! Yes, there is a smug smile on my face despite the discomfort of the past week that is slowly being replaced by a sense of having truly grown up. Never mind I got chickenpox at a ripe age of 43. The sense of being like everyone else is worth whatever I went through. I am not that different after all.